alarm clock

I read somewhere ( btw i am not sure of wat I read )

man needed work so he invented the alarm clock.

work is the most awesome thing ever. it takes away most of the boredom of mankind.
if there were no work

there wud be more druggies, suicides, rapes etc etc.

running at the speed of light

if you run at the speed of light,
that is where the irony of the theory exists.

wen you run at the speed of light you beat time. there exists no time at that very instant.

now speed = distance / time.
if the time is zero then speed will tend to infinity. that is fine. but if there is no time, then there is a problem..

death is one of the biggest secrets to fame

 
you can fuck urself if u can run with the speed of light"

there is no unbiased opinion, 

here is the sweet part.,

for the in-experienced there is a slight miniscule tiny bit of a chance. 

for the experienced one, no chance in hell

hippies

you guys r way way behind,

in india,there is shiv ratri, you can get high, hippies you got nothing

killing

nature's law:

the fittest survive. only who can survive has a right to.

if so is the case, then it justifies all killings, if you cant protect yourself, n I can kill you,it aint wrong. you cant defend yourself, you are the same dead or alive.

katne waali murgi ko tuesday ya saturday ka pata nahin hota , khaate waqt itna mat socho 

diff between humans and animals

you always have a choice to choose

you can never forget the first time. it is this new magical thing that somehow exists all of a sudden

till that very moment you were perhaps not aware that such a feeling existed, and even if you were aware of its

existence you had never felt.

It completely blows.

 

you can never have that same experience again, even if all the circumstances r identical.

 

 

the reason why this cannot happen is cause the human mind cannot unlearn.

thats the big glitch, you can never forget the experience.

 

it stays with you, so most of the cases, you are kinda predefined with major chunk of your feelings for something.

me: hi, is vivek around you

vivek's fren: no,  I have left. you can call on suresh's number. you got his number

me: no, can you give it to me please.

vivek's fren: ya, you have a pen and paper?

me: no;  I have a sharp memory

tarrot cards

if people can tell lies, why can't cards?

casting couch

miss A / master B: hi I wanna be a heroine/hero

mister A/B/C: You gotta do something for me to make me think about it.

miss A/ master B: huh  !wat ! etc etc !!

mister A/B/C: take it or leave it.

lie is fiction's closest buddy