Change is the constant

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Noodles...

Come July (or June who cares?) reentered a whirlwind of hair barely some centimeters above the ground. Not that I knew then that whirlwind of hair will so smooth out my life or those mere centimeters of height will make me rise so much that I can boast with intent that I can bank on her at the most crudest and weakest hour.
She flicks a smile that may not be an engineering masterpiece, but it sort of permeates through her so much that it constitutes not only her happiness but makes it flow to her surroundings. Her immediate reactions and split second counter reactions to thoughts and events do not leave you irritated but pleasantly amused.
She makes you understand that doors have life and absurdity is sanity. Funny thing is she makes it sound quite believable.
So as junes turned to augusts and Septembers , so did the girl who had good brains to talk to , to someone you would just cannot stop listening to and talk to.. The baffle is not her intelligence but her ability not to believe that she is apart from the rest.
Irresponsibility makes her fashionably cute and her quips are wonderful to ignite. Her reflex to judge is almost so wonderful that you want to lie on purpose and listen to a theory out of it.
So when you know that this person cares for you without the condition feels you up with warmth and makes you wonder that actually not all is bad.
So 4th of January , she has gone astray and found that her love is actually crunchy(when uncooked) slimy and noodles, but this is just a very minute testimonial to a friend that I could narrate my life and get a hold from her that is deeper and stronger than any tangible thing alive.
This is for you noodles, may you prosper in this life and that you should know that you the confide is the best thing that ever happened to me!
Writes I who is sane at this time…..

Read of fun! :)

Via Samreen Naqvi,

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington
chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so "profound" that
the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of
course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well...

Here is the "Bonus Question" on the exam: "Is Hell exothermic (gives off
heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?"
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas
cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we
need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at
which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul
gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different
Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state
that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since
there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong
to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls
in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's
Law states that in order for the temperature and
pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand
proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls
enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until
all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in
Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa (a
girlfriend of mine during my Freshman year) that, "it will be a cold day
in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I
slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure
that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it
follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore,
extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine
being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A."

Disgust

Disgust it is! That’s what I am, nothing but a big pile of disgust. Every time I strive to get out of the pit hole of sorrow, grief and sadness, I just fall deeper and deeper. My constants of sanity keep changing and I am unable to cope.

I have crippled my self. I have been the architect of my own disasters, I give hope to know one and cannot cause happiness to no one. Not even myself.
I lure in the darkness and move away when the light shines.
I have lost every ounce of courage I ever had and yet I cant kill myself, nor those I want to!
God you create everyone for a purpose, what Thy choose for me, is something I would question you for but you don’t answer, you just don’t answer!
You make me weak and you ask me to stand up to the challenge? How unjust can it get!
Why cannot I get out of the mess? You know I try hard right? You know what goes in my head why cant you fix that? Why cannot you speed up time and just put an end to this ?
Why is a question you would never answer and I would never know….

Teaser

The Embassy opposite Park Lane is one lucky place.
Because there is a laugh that is so pure and so blunt that I am sure not only sparkles off through those mundane walls, but also permeates to make the sunshine in a pleasing way.
She is very proper, thought provoking and interestingly beautiful. She keeps you captivated with her voice and her speech.
If there were ever a term called a cute hot nerd! She would fit the crown perfect.
She has attitude that runs on her company, she has grace that few could have, and she is shit scared of the transformers at the dentist’s.
Above all she is this wonderful absorbing listener that any friend, companion or comrade will kill for.
So as it goes in the advertising bits of things, this, my friend is a teaser of what a wonderful person you are and how much more wonderful you make my world.
It was not your presence but your absence that made me realize that who leaves you, leaves the violet that completes the rainbow.
So said me, who has you back.

The date that is fast paced....

He: so why cannot we do this every day? You know I can chauffer you till the rest of my life and for free! You just don’t know how priceless these trips are for me.
She: Shut up!
He: why do you keep saying that?
She: because you need to?
He: what if I don’t?
She: *looks outside* what can I say?
He: Urgh! You hold limitless powers of teasing!
Why do you always turn away and look outside when I am talking? What in the world is so interesting about those fences and stupid bushes that always grab your awareness?
You take away all my sanity. The moments when your eyes glow when you talk, when you squeeze in your lips to say “Hmmm” when you shake your head in disgust, all these gestures of normality are so unique for me and so wonderful that I can ever explain them.
She: Shut up! I don’t believe you. You just smooth talk! And why are you touching my hand? Pervert!
He: *sighs in despair* my not a pervert and I am definitely not a smooth talker. Why do you only categorize my holding of your hand with some fantasized fetish sexual ordeal?
Haye! You’re typically cutely shallow!
She: no I am not! And you are still a pervert!
He: and you are so awesomely cruel which is worth the infinite moments of hurt.
You know what I sense when I touch you? You radiate hope. Your peculiar gentleness leaves me mystified and creates a surge of strength and weakness at the same time.
Your fingers signify that the world is rapture where misery is unknown.
She: whatever! *looks away and smiles*
He: and this feeling I cannot ever explain to you because I opted to love you. In fact you don’t opt to love; you just love someone out of the pure reason of how dynamic the individual is and how unconditional your reasoning is.
Words are a very limited tool to describe my feelings.
She: I don’t believe you.
He: I know I don’t want you to.
She: tum pagal ho! ( you are mad!)
He: No im perfectly sane you just provoke my sanity. You would never understand. Neither would I
She: we have reached! Now will you please?
He: we have?
And I thought my journey had just started.

Silence

Emotions are the deepest feelings that an individual can exhibit. They define who we are. No matter how strong or weak, they fabricate our thoughts, our actions and how we opt to live our lives.
My emotions are strong. Really strong.
That’s why I am always hesitant in making friends or get into a relationship. I like to remain independent because once I find an acquaintance; my prowess to dependency takes immediate control.
And that sucks.
My realization of personal space of people disappears instantly. I want to question I want to know what they are doing, I just want to be their shadow.
So when life goes off the road, or takes a rough road, I don’t have a spare tire, everything comes to shatteringly stand still.
The silence and pain of life is so…quiet.
The sounds are maddening and all you can imagine is the black hole in which you are sucked in bit by bit.
We need to keep fantasizing, keep imagining and keep dreaming of the perfect world even if it doesn’t exist.
For as for reality it only hangs by the most exposed thread.
And that scares the living hell out of me.