The UnsaFe WOrlD

It was the last drop of water that rolled over Eve's cheek. She stepped out of the bath, hung her moist turkish on the nail protruding out from the paint-scraped wall. Eve's room had a churlish look. Walking three and a half steps, she reached her bathrobe. There were sweet moisture drops on her entire body for she had bathed with steaming water. The cool atmosphere in her room gave a cooling feel to her entire body. The moisture drops and the sweet aroma of Eve's body filled the room. She was in a trembling state, the sultry balmy schweiss on her body had frozen. In no time she grabbed herself a cushion covered chair, made a seat onto it. She held the robe tight on her body, covered her palms under her thighs. Eve had a busy day ahead. A feminine brain always masks itself with an emollient before stepping out. Sensing a tough day, the makeup session lasted for a  while. Eve's room carried a rustic look, but her wardrobe was filled with all shades and patterns. After fifty seven minutes and thirty three seconds, Eve stepped out of her house. The scorching sun and the suspended dusty air made Eve conscious about her makeup. She opened her umbrella and covered her face with a stole. After having walked for few minutes, she felt someone following her. She increased her step rate. Nails firmly digging into the straps of back pack, nose down, her eyes cornered to see every possible view behind - who was following her, what was he having, how was he looking, all the possible whats and whos, hows and whys questioned her mind. The situation was a harbinger to infer what the latter part could be. Eve walked fast to make aloof the situation. She walked all the possible defiles she knew, every narrow lane, but every step she planted discovered a new root for her. Her pace increased, thoughts flooded her mind.  The sweat drops slowly stained the makeup she had applied. Almost a second away from the running step, she felt a hand grab her bag, and then the same hand grabbed her shoulder. The rapacious lizard had caught the beetle. Eve was on the floor. She had a capricious mind then. The scene in front of her eyes turned black; the tobacco was the last thing she could smell from rapid breath of the culprit. It was an incorrigible act. Eve then turned taciturn.

"DON'T TEACH ME WHAT TO WEAR, TEACH YOUR SON NOT TO RAPE"
These slogans, banners are displayed everyday in every corner of the world. Did Eve have an audacious sense of dressing or was the culprit full of temerity? The debate will continue... answers will be placed to become exculpatory...

"Enjoy life responsibly."

Acer Life =Easiest Life

Rustling newspaper,  hypnotic humming ceiling fan, and the crunching of a potato wafer were the only sounds he could hear in the placid library.  He was referring to the Heat Mass Transfer book.  Thermodynamic laws, certain thermal concepts were being continuously noted down by his running hand on the paper.  Keeping his mind aside, with a intention to mug up the derivation,  Kim was totally in a myopic view with the text.  Plasmodium is a malarial parasite he had learned in his high school; plasmodium can also be benign he never knew.  His head was trenching in the book, Kim was trying to relate all the thermal concepts with some  colloquial words.  Hours of reading sends only a drop in your brain; a drop is the only element which remains till the end.  Kim had a strong confidence, his reading if not beneficial, won't be a waste either.  Spending hours in some pacific place, thoughts began running over his mind.  It was now the time to deliver these thermal concepts onto someone elses brain.  It is believed that if you can't explain a thing easily, you haven't understood the thing; to comply with the statement, Kim was searching a dull brain to explain his hours of hard work.  Hard work pays they say, he never knew that his hard work will pay him such an account.  After a few lines of sound advice about the subject to his student-friend, Kim felt he was on the zenith.  He had the habit of convincing people through his words.  He felt that his convincing power and the explanation skills may transform his student-friend into a smart rock.  Kim was completely wrong.  His  dream about teaching, getting his friend at his level was a other way round plan.  Kim's friend usually a nice guy, but when it was about a competition or acquiring spoon fed knowledge his friend was on the apogee.  The only reason behind motivating Kim, learning from him, making him slog in the plethora of books, was to kill Kim's time and get Kim down at his level.  Every person on the ground always sees an ass hole on the pinnacle.  This statement was, is and will always be true.  Kim is still learning, still waiting for the hard work to pay him right.  Hope Kim out smarts his friend soon...Now Kim knows 'friend' if the best dream; can also be the worst nightmare.  He now learns plasmodium can only be benign if you allow it to trouble you, till you build your immune.

Same goes with the life.  If you want to apt a conditioning life, be sure you know the acer part well...