Ball of Choas

Life is made of moments, tiny moments that happens, most of the time, by chance. A moment is all that it takes for something to happen, our very existence boils down just to a few moments which has happened by chance. Just think about it, if not for the coincidence of a big bang this world would not have been created in fact this whole universe would not have been created. If not for the coincidence of the fact that earth is at a convenient location which enable it to have life, there would be nothing around you. If not for the coincidence, a moment which favored evolution turning a single cell to unicellular animals that we are, we would not have come into existence, the whole of mankind would not exist. But more importantly, if not for the chance meeting for your parents, the fact that they met someway or another, you would not be alive today. Your existence today is because of a chance, because of a moment in time. We have developed this fallacy, an illusion that we have cont...

The past month has been hectic to say the least - from reading through articles, to meeting deadelines one often forget to live. Within the past two week I had 2 submissions, one which I finished within the last week of November, the other which I finished only a day before the submission. Now when I started law school my lecturers always used to tell us to finish any assignment at least 2 weeks before submissions, so that we have time to go through it, edit and what not. But how is this possible when we haven't covered the subject matter or the reading through articles which are 30 pages per article? But there is no time to give up or spend time idly, it was crunch time and so I spent most of my days stuck in my room trying to get through the mammoth size reading list before me. By some miracle I manged to read what I wanted to and still live. So when I submitted my first submission there was no time to even give a sigh of relief. Oh no, I had to prepare for the next subm...

Found this story on a website. The author is unknown. One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.” Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty a...

Here I am, 4 weeks into college and I'm starting to feel the dead weight of work starting to sink in. The irony is that during our first day of lectures of this year, our lecturer walked in saying that the worst (being the second year) is behind us, but I think she was wrong. I have four 3000 words assignments due in January, a 15,000 word dissertation due in may and of course, two exams in may. On top of that my export lecturer is not helpful at all. You know those lecturers who mumble to themselves in stead of lecturing? So much so, that your mind automatically drifts away? Well, I'm lucky enough to have one of them. It's kind of sad really cause apparently it's one of the easiest modules to pass and here he is, making all the students fall asleep. The bright side however to all this, is that in another 7-8 months I'll be done with studies for the time being.

I'm two weeks into my final year and let's just say that it has been a bit hectic. See, my final year law subjects are all optional and after selecting the modules we are given 2 weeks to change it. Now the thing is that during these two weeks we can attend any lectures that we want in order to get the  feel of it. However, let me tell you that it was no help at all, because initially all modules seems easy but then half way through it, it starts to get really tough. So after two week of contemplation just (and not to mention much thought) I finally selected the modules that I wanted and now I just hope that i made the right decisions. But other than the module debacle, it actually feels really good to know that within another 7-8 months I'll be done with law and moving onto my next adventure. Though of course I still have to get through my exams and assignment, also,  hopefully get a really good classification. So here is to another year of sleepless nights, coffee ...

By now I'm sure that most of the people reading this, would have got to know about the racist comments that were hurled at the present Miss. America, all because she is of Indian decent. Now the thing is that most people who tweeted all these racist tweets should either get themselves a new brain or go back to kindergarten. Just some minor facts; 1. India is in ASIA and not the MIDDLE EAST. 2. People from India are called INDIANS not Egyptian or any other nationality. 3. If she wasn't American I'm sure they would not have allowed her to participate. 4. Al-Queda would not deploy women to integrate into American society by winning a beauty              pageant. They are far too busy to plotting other things than hoping someone they placed will win      a beauty pageant. 5. And no, she would not be alive or in USA if she did help in the 9/11 attacks. People really do need to get their facts straight even ...

There is something called too much help. This is significantly exploited by the female population of this world. Sometimes when a friend asks for your help in doing something, you help them out but when it gets out of hand and becomes a burden it can no longer be classified as a favor or help. Recently I helped this friend to do some research for her college assignment and I agreed because she was, at the time, flooded with assignments. We were studied 2 completely different degrees, so much so that I really didn't know all that she asked me to research. I told her that I wouldn't be much of help since I didn't know anything  about the subject matter and wouldn't be able to know if what I found would be useful or not. But of course, she insisted that it would be fine. So I did a somewhat decent amount of research and gave her some links which might have been useful. A few days later she says she's in a fix and that she is desperate for help. This time she ...