Planes Don’t Fly and Guns Don’t Kill — UNRAVELING THE KNOT

There are so many public multiple murders these days that it’s hard to keep up. I have written elsewhere about the manhood/gun angle to all of this, and it’s time now to look at the guns themselves. The NRA tells us that guns don’t kill, people do. As someone who has used guns to kill, I have some things to say about that.

via Planes Don’t Fly and Guns Don’t Kill — UNRAVELING THE KNOT

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Moriarty is Fake!?

We have all been wondering how Moriarty faked his death, just like Sherlock as we saw the message “Did You Miss Me?” spread across London.
It’s highly possible that Moriarty just like Sherlock, had a plan B or an escape plan since the very beginning of the rooftop scene because he is too, a Proper Genius.
Or, there is an another theory, that Jim Moriarty, as we know, is really dead and all of this is just a huge plan of Sherlock to get himself out of his Exile.

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Think about it, right after Sherlock took Mary Watson’s case, he knew there were limited choices for him to help her. Upon learning that there was indeed no Appledore: a secret vault where Charles Augustus Magnussen kept all the blackmailing materials, Sherlock knew that he has to kill C.A.M. in order to save Mary Watson or maybe he knew it from the start.
Sherlock had his brother’s laptop with him which he could’ve used to create the message “Did You Miss Me? ” and spread it all over London. Because he knew this was the only way to save himself from being exonerated. So once he killed Magnussen and was on his way to exoneration,  all he had to do was wait,  let the message spread all across London.
Clever Mind.

So maybe this time, Sherlock Holmes DID create Moriarty for his own Purpose.

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It could be possible.

-ashwinix

The Left Turn I Took

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So this one day, I was walking down the road. It was almost dark, the streets were empty. Everybody left because of the festive season, they had all gone to their home town. All of the shops were closed, all that I can see, were street lights; the only luminous objects on the street. Rest was all dry and quiet. I was tired from the day that I had. It was super exhausting. I just wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed, not to take a nap but to just lie down and wonder. My world was pretty small, it consisted of a couple of friends, my phone, my laptop and my pet fish Orillia. I was not exactly happy with my life but it was somewhat satisfying.

Anyway, it was winter time and chilling winds were blowing, maybe a storm was about to come. It never really bothered me much because I usually stayed indoors most of the time doing nothing but keeping myself busy with work and Orillia. But that day, I was a little worried. I had just left my friend’s home and was on the way to my home. It was a long walk, it should at least take me an hour to reach my home. There were hardly any cabs on the streets so I had to walk all the way, the only cabs I saw were filled with people ready to leave for their hometown.

I kept walking and walking, the winds grew stronger and stronger. I was now sure that the storm was going to hit soon, so I increased my pace hoping I would reach my home before the storm hits although it would only shave off couple of minutes. The winds grew stronger and the storm started to come, I could feel it.

Further I walked down the road, there was a left turn that I had to take, a shortcut, to reach my home. The intersection came. Just as I turned, I almost jumped as I crashed into this person standing on the corner of the road. It was a little strange because a storm was approaching and generally in such a condition, everyone would be running off to their home or maybe to a safe place. Anyways, I apologized for bumping into the person. I couldn’t see their face, it was covered with a hat. The person replied “It’s alright.” In a deep, husky voice. I guessed it was a man, probably around his 50’s judging by his voice.

I continued walking, then I turned back to look and he was gone. Maybe he came to his senses and went home, I thought. I had been walking for almost forty-five minutes now, and because I was walking fast, I was only a couple of minutes away from my home. I had to take a last left turn to reach my home. I was happy that I finally made it, that I was going to rest. As I turned, the same man appeared. He was standing on the footpath as if he was waiting for someone. It was starting to get spooky. I continued walking careful not to bump into him again. Just as I passed him, he called my name “Jasper.”

I was seriously shocked as to how he knew my name or where I lived. “Yes” I replied, “Do I know you?” “I don’t think so, but I know you.” Replied the stranger. “And that would be how exactly?” I asked half creeped out. “That’s not important now.” He replied and then he reached his coat pocket. He searched for a while and took out a black box about the size of a cigar box. He came to me and gestured and said, “Take this box, it’s very important.” I refused, then I asked “Tell me how do you know my name?” he looked up to me. It was dark so I could not see his face. “Take the box”, he repeated.

I was very scared so I turned away and started rushing towards my home, but then I stopped. I looked in an alley to my left and there he was still standing with the box in his hand. “Take this box, it belongs to you.” He said in a deep voice. I choked a little and asked, “What is inside… the box.” He came close, holding the box and replied, “You’ll know once you open it, Jasper.” It looked like a no way out, so I hesitated a little but took the box.

I was so scared that I almost ran towards my home without even opening the box. I reached my door and turned back to look, the man was gone. I quickly went inside my house, threw the box on the table and sat on my chair just staring at it. After a couple of hours, around 12:00 a.m., I picked up the courage and opened the box and was shocked to see what was inside it.

Apparently, when I first bumped into the man, it fell out of my pocket. It was my wallet, along with a note saying “HAPPY HALLOWEEN.” I sighed after I saw it was just my wallet and not the worst that I imagined. I smiled a little and went to take a shower, but then I remembered, my wallet didn’t have any cards or anything with my name written on it so how did he knew? I gulped. There was a knock on the door.

-ashwinix

An Interesting Conversation between a Teacher and a Student.

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Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

Professor : Is GOD good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?  Continue reading

Textual Attraction

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A recent study has found that emails are actuality a far more effective tool in wooing the person you want to have a romantic relationship with, than a phone call or conversation. The study has pretty much turned on its head the notion we’ve long had that nothing beats the personal touch, and that the typed word is far too impersonal to work. But think about it, in the connected age,we’ve so many more avenues on which to pursue Mr./Mrs. Right; Continue reading

What was it like in the beginning?

Hello everyone, I’ve just started this blog a few days back. I posted a couple of posts but I didn’t get much response compared to what I am usually seeing on everyone’s blog. I know that the starting part of creating a blog is the toughest of all but I was just wondering that if there’s something that I am missing or doing wrong. I dont know, I just wanna know how was it for you guys when you first started your blog and what helped you grow your blog into the huge success it is right now?

When I look at everyone’s blog, I see perfection and devotion in each post no matter on whatever topic it is. I guess I don’t have that idea yet, I’m still a rookie. I’m quite aware that one has to work really hard for their blog to grow and become successful but I wanted to ask that is giving extra hours to your blog worth it? Or will everything fall into their place in time.
I would really appreciate your help here guys because I’m really looking forward for my blog to work.

-ashwinix