“The sea is filled with fishes. What difference are you making” , my friend retorted, clearly unhappy with my decision to release the fishes. Calmly I released the last one, gazed onto the sky across the stretched horizon and said “Made a difference to that one” .
Note: The conversation below are primarily quotes from the book/movie – The fault in our stars.
Boy: My thoughts about you are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. I wish I could express it.
Girl: The world is not a wish-granting factory. Be prepared to be heart-broken.
Boy: It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. Every heart beat without you, is a pain.
Girl: The painful marks humans leave are too often scars.
Boy: You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope you make up yours.
Girl: I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay.
Boy: Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always. Pain demands to be felt
Girl: I shall inflict infinite pain on you.
Boy: You shall also bring infinite joy in me .Some infinities are bigger than other.
Girl : Ohh Bhaiya, Why don’t you take your time out from your obsession with John Green and try reading cardinality by Greg Cantor instead.
*Bro-Zobned*
They would eventually catch me, oh and the horrors and suffering that shall befall on me. I could’nt give up. Not when I was so close. I had to think. Wit was my only savior.The car behind sped up. It suddenly hit me. An Idea. Atlast, I was saved. I always could rely on my inginiuty. As I neared the junction, I gave indicator indicator to the left, while I zoomed to the right.
I was ecstatic. Finally, life had come into full circle. Alexander was out of the equation . I snarled thinking, “Indeed, Karma is a bitch”. With shivering hands, I called the woman of my dreams. I could’nt wait to take out the blood-stained gloves. Just a few moments ago, someone’s life was at stake and the very same hand had been steady. It seemed like my heart beats had stopped, all I could hear was the dialer tone – The Rains of Castemere.
The eloquent song was cut intermittently, by a much beautiful voice. “Hello”. I seemed to have lost all my senses. After what seemed like ages, I mustered courage. “Hello! Donna, This is me, Brutus. I heared, I called, I…
“Et tu , Brute? Wrong number” said a familiar voice.
Once upon a time, a princess met a prince in a white shinning armour, who came riding a white knight. They eloped and lived happily ever after. This now children is an example of a paradox, a misnomer. Could anyone give me another example.
Gundu from the last bench slyly puts up his hand in the air. Maaaam. Grandfather paradox. Also Bootstrap paradox. (All hail Nolan :p)
What is the meaning of life?, What is my purpose?, Why am I here?, What am I made of? Is there an higher authority? Why do I need to form a stable molecule? The electron wondered, passing out an offer by one of its kind to form a covalent bond . And then Angels and Demons happened.
Clashing armies, mythical creatures, treachery, exotic land and finally…dragons. I had neared the end of the season marathon of game of thrones. Just as I was pondering over the important concepts that might be asked in tomorrow’s test, roomie returns from library and asks “ Who are these children of men and what is this Essos” ? Pointer games – Who escapes these real games.
Why do people do drugs, I wondered scournfully as I read about rising addiction level among teenagers, on my brand new phone - sixth one within two years. Just then , I heared the familiar notification tone. My thenar eminence flinched, teeth cleanched, Increased perspiration, heart beat, euphoria led to hyperthermia. Finally, I was being noticed.
Baby, Im not on drugs, Im just in love. the husband told beamingly. But were they mutually exclusive. Does he mean love is a drug or is he in love with drugs , the wife wondered
Life had come to a standstill. There was a crisis. His father decided to act and pushed him onto the road, blazing with horns and screeching tires. Vehicles zoomed by.Was it the end. He clenched his hand, praying all the while. Just then, the bike sprung to life. “Jalde karo, exam miss hoga”
The bullet left his gun, and three of them died simultaneously.
His grandfather never lived to produce his dad.
#GrandfatherParadox
The husband caressed his wife as she slept motionless, staring at the tattoo on his wrist. ‘Till death do us apart’ it said. “Im sorry this was the only way” he said to his wife, who lay in a pool of blood. And then he cut his wrist.
I need 2 stay high, 2 keep u off my mind, but u were my drug. He missed his wife. But all he could do was sip alcohol from the bottle he had smacked her to death, trying to forget her . Why do people do drugs, I wondered scournfully as I read about rising addiction level among teenagers, on my brand new phone - sixth one within two years. Just then , I heard the familiar notification tone. My thenar eminence flinched, teeth clenched, Increased perspiration, heart beat, euphoria led to hyperthermia. Finally, I was being noticed.
The incidents seemed hazy. Not because I could forget it, but my condition at the moment. A son caressed his mom as she slept motionless, staring at the tattoo on her wrist. ‘Till death do us apart’ it said. “Im sorry this was the only way” he said to his mom, who lay in a pool of blood due to a cut wrist.
She had let him inside her, it was mixed feelings at first-pain and ecstacy. She wanted him to push harder, make it large and bring out the best out of him. And then, it happened. Loud cry while staring at the admission letter to Joka. Madness is a lot like gravity, all it takes is a little push.
A flash startled me in the wee dark hours at the cemetery. To my relief, a life emerged from the shadows. I looked at the muddy shoes. But there seemed to be no footprints. . “You forgot my epitah" the lifeless figure exclaimed."I forgive you like always. Come son" said the tatooed hand. I looked at my hand. The flash was due to my cufflinks. they were red. My brain had always been your favourite toy the killer told the victim.
Note: The conversation below are primarily quotes from the book/movie – The fault in our stars.
Boy: My thoughts about you are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. I wish I could express it.
Girl: The world is not a wish-granting factory. Be prepared to be heart-broken.
Boy: It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. Every heart beat without you, is a pain.
Girl: The painful marks humans leave are too often scars.
Boy: You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope you make up yours.
Girl: I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay.
Boy: Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always. Pain demands to be felt
Girl: I shall inflict infinite pain on you.
Boy: You shall also bring infinite joy in me .Some infinities are bigger than other.
Girl : Ohh Bhaiya, Why don’t you take your time out from your obsession with John Green and try reading cardinality by Greg Cantor instead.
*Bro-Zobned*
They would eventually catch me, oh and the horrors and suffering that shall befall on me. I could’nt give up. Not when I was so close. I had to think. Wit was my only savior.The car behind sped up. It suddenly hit me. An Idea. Atlast, I was saved. I always could rely on my inginiuty. As I neared the junction, I gave indicator indicator to the left, while I zoomed to the right.
I was ecstatic. Finally, life had come into full circle. Alexander was out of the equation . I snarled thinking, “Indeed, Karma is a bitch”. With shivering hands, I called the woman of my dreams. I could’nt wait to take out the blood-stained gloves. Just a few moments ago, someone’s life was at stake and the very same hand had been steady. It seemed like my heart beats had stopped, all I could hear was the dialer tone – The Rains of Castemere.
The eloquent song was cut intermittently, by a much beautiful voice. “Hello”. I seemed to have lost all my senses. After what seemed like ages, I mustered courage. “Hello! Donna, This is me, Brutus. I heared, I called, I…
“Et tu , Brute? Wrong number” said a familiar voice.
Once upon a time, a princess met a prince in a white shinning armour, who came riding a white knight. They eloped and lived happily ever after. This now children is an example of a paradox, a misnomer. Could anyone give me another example.
Gundu from the last bench slyly puts up his hand in the air. Maaaam. Grandfather paradox. Also Bootstrap paradox. (All hail Nolan :p)
What is the meaning of life?, What is my purpose?, Why am I here?, What am I made of? Is there an higher authority? Why do I need to form a stable molecule? The electron wondered, passing out an offer by one of its kind to form a covalent bond . And then Angels and Demons happened.
Clashing armies, mythical creatures, treachery, exotic land and finally…dragons. I had neared the end of the season marathon of game of thrones. Just as I was pondering over the important concepts that might be asked in tomorrow’s test, roomie returns from library and asks “ Who are these children of men and what is this Essos” ? Pointer games – Who escapes these real games.
Why do people do drugs, I wondered scournfully as I read about rising addiction level among teenagers, on my brand new phone - sixth one within two years. Just then , I heared the familiar notification tone. My thenar eminence flinched, teeth cleanched, Increased perspiration, heart beat, euphoria led to hyperthermia. Finally, I was being noticed.
Baby, Im not on drugs, Im just in love. the husband told beamingly. But were they mutually exclusive. Does he mean love is a drug or is he in love with drugs , the wife wondered
Life had come to a standstill. There was a crisis. His father decided to act and pushed him onto the road, blazing with horns and screeching tires. Vehicles zoomed by.Was it the end. He clenched his hand, praying all the while. Just then, the bike sprung to life. “Jalde karo, exam miss hoga”
The bullet left his gun, and three of them died simultaneously.
His grandfather never lived to produce his dad.
#GrandfatherParadox
The husband caressed his wife as she slept motionless, staring at the tattoo on his wrist. ‘Till death do us apart’ it said. “Im sorry this was the only way” he said to his wife, who lay in a pool of blood. And then he cut his wrist.
I need 2 stay high, 2 keep u off my mind, but u were my drug. He missed his wife. But all he could do was sip alcohol from the bottle he had smacked her to death, trying to forget her . Why do people do drugs, I wondered scournfully as I read about rising addiction level among teenagers, on my brand new phone - sixth one within two years. Just then , I heard the familiar notification tone. My thenar eminence flinched, teeth clenched, Increased perspiration, heart beat, euphoria led to hyperthermia. Finally, I was being noticed.
The incidents seemed hazy. Not because I could forget it, but my condition at the moment. A son caressed his mom as she slept motionless, staring at the tattoo on her wrist. ‘Till death do us apart’ it said. “Im sorry this was the only way” he said to his mom, who lay in a pool of blood due to a cut wrist.
She had let him inside her, it was mixed feelings at first-pain and ecstacy. She wanted him to push harder, make it large and bring out the best out of him. And then, it happened. Loud cry while staring at the admission letter to Joka. Madness is a lot like gravity, all it takes is a little push.
A flash startled me in the wee dark hours at the cemetery. To my relief, a life emerged from the shadows. I looked at the muddy shoes. But there seemed to be no footprints. . “You forgot my epitah" the lifeless figure exclaimed."I forgive you like always. Come son" said the tatooed hand. I looked at my hand. The flash was due to my cufflinks. they were red. My brain had always been your favourite toy the killer told the victim.
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