Whether applaudable - I have my doubts:

Summer expansed with its bright colours. The sun shone in its full glory, mighty and hot. The sky was clear and there was only so much the clouds could do to overshadow the blaze of the sun.

The weather doesn't necessarily bring all pleasant happenings. Darkness always rests in a corner and springs up wherever it finds light to prosper.

I grew up thinking that I will never let this drab of darkness overpower me. I thought having had everything in life, or at least attaining things to my wishes, there is nothing more I could ask for. I satisfied myself against the notion that prosperity will always touch my feet if I face all the dark episodes to reach brightness again. I framed a set of rules where materialism occupied space to a bare minimum. I thought obtaining parental consent upon every action and acknowledgement of accountability is where true flashes of light are. I convinced myself to believe that money is merely a need and must stay within those parameters to keep the charm of relationships alive, which are most important, if nothing greater. I placed cardinal importance to honesty where it achieved the highest rank on its pedestal. I believed that transcending the aforesaid will only revoke the sanctity of my set of rules. I started believing that as humans, we are bound to zero concept of free will and as dependents, our will should first be approved by our guardians. It strongly caught me that at the end of the day, we all owe a major portion of our existence to those who originate us.

Today, I feel awful. I see nothing but an opposite manifestation of the foregoing. Life, in general, has portrayed unambivalently otherwise.

To all what I have held on the highest rung of the ladder, has overwhelmed me than outweighing my intentions. Today it all seems like a plague of nasty mushrooms. From materialism to parental consent and honesty, it was all in all a fruitless exercise. The fact that I have always wanted to 'convince' my guardian before taking a step forward has predominantly dumped me. As many times as I have made the effort of being heard and understood with logic, the outcome is inane. You can't outshine an elder with over forty years of age and life experience against your trivial twenty or twenty-five year old covets.

Materialism follows, as money does play a primal role in everyone's life. As a little girl, I always longed to educate myself at the best of places as part of self grooming. But reality be, who doesn't want recognition and reward for hard work?

Monetary benefits do serve as an underlying motive for various things, sometimes unintentionally. Honesty, to begin with, is a rare trait these days. It is spoken of very highly, however, appreciation extended upon action is cipher.

Most people are absorbed in a race where there is minimal room for matters of the heart, dignity and emotion.

I do not know whether it is the culture or nurture - which of the two deem appropriate. Having said the above you end up exercising a nil degree of control over your life. In substance, we owe our entire life to people who we think are important, for example parents and guardians. Unfortunately, we forget that we still remain a different person nonetheless. A person with a heart and feelings; a soul with a distinguished heartbeat.

Walking wayward - whether to collapse on this or think of it as just another instance where life gave up on me? After the rigorous attempts of establishing myself clean yet attaining zilch, I have learned to claim onus for my action whose discretion of commitment belongs to me, and only me.

A significant portion of our lives still remains dedicated to us inclusive of full commitment, acknowledgement and responsibility. No matter how dependent, you do remain a separate person in the totality of facts.

Notwithstanding the above, is persuasion worth the time and energy especially if you stay unheard after the whole exercise? Whether or not applaudable, I have my doubts.

Introspection.

Am I where I ought to be?

As I sat down tonight and gathered the scattered remains of my self and the memories over last couple of weeks, I managed to reach to a logical conclusion. Sometimes, a logical conclusion leading to self-accusation does a lot better than looking to blame others for your own situation or condition. I realised that the state where life has brought me today is merely because of the conscious choices I made and the path I took. Notwithstanding, the reasons behind making such a choice, I should accept the responsibility of my own actions and consequentially if I have ended up bearing my fingers burnt; its because of none other but my own self. This brings me to peace, however, have made me question my existence as to where I stand.

Being a woman is both challenging and charming. We have grown up reading that God created us from a man's rib, so as not to be superior or inferior than him but to be held close right next to his heart, to be loved and looked after. However, what we often miss out connecting, despite being taught during early ethics and religious lessons is that, wherever a woman ever comes in contact with another man, she is either a mother, sister, wife or daughter. The trouble begins exactly where we depart from this basic lesson and tend to enter into arrangements which are a product of new era of an enlightened modern society - which makes us something other than a mother, daughter, wife or sister.

Human beings had and will always require a code to be humans. That's exactly why we often tend to face disappointments and despair upon entering into relationship that lacks governance and an ethical code. A daughter is most protected in her father's space because she is created from his sperm and blood. Human beings do not harm something which they consider a part of themselves. A son always holds, or should hold, his mother on the highest pedestal because he has grown up believing on things like, "since God is not everywhere so He made mothers", or "if heaven dwells anywhere on earth, it is beneath your mother's feet". Similarly, there's been a huge lot of do's' and dont's both in the religion and society that governs the husband-wife relationship. So much so, that people in the West are refraining from entering into such a well-bounded, highly regulated and extremely governed relationship. I am not an extremist or the so-called fundamentalist. I am not even an overly religious or strictly rigorous individual. I am neither completely against the concept of man-woman being friends, although such a relation hardly exists in substance. It took me more than a decade and a number of broken fallacies to realize this brutal fact. The notion of man-woman friendship, though extremely rare a possibility in itself, exists only to the extent to which it doesn't outer-perform the gender dynamics - which, by the way tend to rise higher as the interaction between the two increases. 

If you ever find yourself dissatisfied in a relationship with a man, which makes you something else other than those mentioned aforesaid, you'd know where you went wrong. Crossing a line doesn't always mean infidelity or indulgence. Nevertheless, if you feel you have been unjustly victimized or unequally treated, sooner or later you should find yourself asking if you are where you ought to be. World is a beautiful place and so are our parents' homes, unfortunately for all those things that function without a predefined code or well-established procedure, experiencing a mess becomes inevitable. If you ever have stepped in or have found yourself in a bonding with a man sans a code, regardless of how time honoured or deeper it is, you are bound to get hurt. After all its far much easier for a man to break those rules that have never been set and flexing those boundaries which you have yourself started compromising upon. 

For all those woman experiencing a heart ache out there, if you find your self in a relationship which makes you anything but all those you should be, sooner or later you'd find your self in a state you wouldn't want to be in. After all the responsibility to keep ourselves protected and secured comes down to no other man but our selves.



Poets of the fall- Beautiful ones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtWvNvcTFys‎

With the grace of a woman...

In memory of Hamza Ahmed

Height of education 'was' tolerance:

This happens to be the third consecutive post by me that talks about human life. It's losing value. People are losing life like it ain't any big deal. Just a single bullet down the chest and your journey in this world ends.

This is what happens when you put all your focus on Musharraf and pass verdicts within days and ignore actual issues that need to be addressed. It's not just the politicians that are at fault, the judiciary is equally complicit. Beloved Chief Justice is too darn engaged planning his revenge moves against Musharraf to do something. Shahzaib's case was supposed to, and should have, set an example of justice served. As long as we keep turning a blind eye and eventually forgetting and ignoring these cases, they WILL continue to happen.

Like it or not, accept it or not, Hamza's murder IS on judiciary's hands. The blood is on their hands because they love to be in the front line to quack and take sou moto notices of Waheeda Shah's slap and Atiqa Odho's liquor, but consistently, perhaps deliberately, fail to address issues of life and death, issues of cold-blooded murders, issues that actually matter and pertain to the 'awaam'.

After what has happened with Hamza, I can only deduce that this country needs divine intervention. Perhaps, no leader, no constitution and no degree of democracy can possibly restore the lost sentiment of something as precious and irreplaceable as HUMAN LIFE.

On a personal level, what's more to this entire accident is the fact that human tolerance has de-escalated to zero. Teenagers usually contain a strip of short fuse. But what saddens me is that such impertinent and inhumane activities are projected as a status symbol by parents. Who, in fact, should be the force to condemn these.

Hamza's death could be considered as JUST another death in this slaughter house, that is, rightly called, "Karachi", since so many innocent lives are doomed across the city everyday. But what makes Hamza's demise even more tragic is how he has been assassinated. Security guards, instead of expounding safety, security, discipline and morals are becoming aid to irreverence.

Corruption has seeped into every living bone of Pakistan. It has attacked the majority like an infection beyond immunity. Who will restore peace? Who will fight these scoundrels? Is there any hope? Hope was in the youngsters. Unfortunately, they are promoting massive iniquity. Eradication of evil has become extinct. There is no manifestation of truth, peace and tolerance.

At a broader level, the common man doesn't give a rat's posterior about Musharraf violating the constitution. You want to pass verdicts on that, go ahead. But if you give that priority over cases like Hamza, you really don't deserve the position you're sitting on because you're simply not mentally fit to lead at that position.

Killing one innocent life equals to killing an entire mankind. My soul feels mutilated. In the corner of my heart is a tombstone that is devoid of the slightest hope.

Rest in peace Hamza.

Flee from the fiasco

Umpteenth time in the day, I confronted yet another headline on the internet talk about the blast in Boston. I see people express sentiments over Twitter, Facebook, WhatsApp & bbm about how they feel sorry about what has happened in Boston. More than most of the population is showing concern about the unexpected casualty befallen in the US! - Why?

To an extent, yes, I feel sorry for the people there. But expressing such extensive grief is beyond my understanding. Perhaps, the only reason why I would feel sorry is that they acknowledge the value of human life. Whereas, our country has simply lost that sense.

To many out there, I'd sound biased; because I haven't been directly or even indirectly affected by the situation. But that isn't the case. I know my words are a product of a long history of frustration, resentment and anger. However, at the same time, I do realise that an eye for an eye can make the whole US world blind & thus, the ball remains within the US court.

Nonetheless, what is happening in Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan cannot and should not be ignored. I'm not retaliating, because I know it would take me nowhere. For the Americans, a simple response to all this would be, as always, highlighting the 9/11 to justify against these activities. Unfortunately, this doesn't seem plausible all the time. 

My religious and ethnic sentiments are closely battling - hard to figure out which of the two is taking their toll. I also know that my emotions are spread to all ends instead of focusing in one direction. But reality be bitter too. It is true that as Pakistanis we depend on the US world for so many things, even as little as admiring Hollywood actors and choosing to go to the US for higher education or two months of vacation. Nevertheless, this series of ruthless events still does not justify.

Although Muslim is a religious label and does not pertain to race, the line between racism and religious discrimination is often blurred. It has been established that discrimination toward Muslim Americans was present before the attacks on September 11, which may relate to Islam being frequently portrayed by the media as intrinsically intolerant and violent. Therefore, parking blame over that one instance against these recurring tragedies is not an answer.

I am not justifying anything here. I am here, only to express my feelings as a Pakistani. Right now, there is anger, there is disgust coupled by a trace of helplessness that is running though my bones.

Before the youth of today energize themselves to take a step forward for Pakistan, it must be established whether we are to take a front seat as a nation or remain underdogs and suffer tyranny at the hands of the Americans. Over the last few decades, we are rolling in a mesh of plague and vex, coming out of which has become harder by the day.

As much as I feel for the victims of the blasts in Boston, my feelings for the innocent sufferers of my own country are times twenty billion. Despite virtue of humanity and benevolence, I have utterly failed to feel any worse about the Boston incident. I wish I could be bothered, just a little more than I am. 


I won't give up - Jason Mraz: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdN5GyTl8K0

Deep ship is in deep shit.

Over the last few days, Karachi has plunged into deep turmoil. Though, the city has faced numerous ups and downs, time and time again, yet, the previous and the running week has completely maligned my spirits. As Karachi-ites, it is not easy to witness the current situation. Some call it a pre-election fallout, the rest call it something else. Whatever it may be, it is brutal and inhumane to find yourself in a situation where stepping out of your house becomes questionable. Women are almost risking their life if they sneak out of their homes, even if that is to earn a living. There hasn't been a worse time in Karachi than this, ever, I suppose.

I lack in experience, age and so many other key factors that are essential to reach a conclusion; yet I feel, this city is under massive strain, torture, torment for the residents and for those who are abroad. It is unimaginable for a city to still survive keeping in view the persistent upheavals it faces day in and day out. Blasts, target killings, Shia genocide, robberies accidents at gunpoint; if this wasn't enough, gang rapes and rampant kidnappings of young, school-going girls have emerged. What has the world come to? What is happening in this country? How can such magnitudinal accidents that lead to death and devastation become so acceptable and widely known? It is inane. I'm dumbstruck.

Few years ago, we saw only our elders worrying and depressing over the disturbing affairs of the state. Today, I see everyone - from old to young, stressing and fighting for their life as they roam around the city. Overtime, the concept of 'living' in Karachi has faded. All that there is, is survival. If you survive another day, it is bliss.

For all that I care, the word 'hope' is in the air. However, this last ray of hope is also diminishing into a quicksand of despair as I see the headlines flashing with kidnapping and rape incidents. It frustrates me - when will this end? Or will this ever end?

A peaceful offing is questionable today. My heart is shedding genuine tears at the attacks that the innocent go through. Reflecting on the blast in Abbas Town, I shudder to the thought of losing my home, peace and family in a flick of fire. The blown up houses, destroyed roads, injuries, bloodshed and dead bodies quiver my spine with fear. Sadly, this does not end here. The ill has extended in other forms - rapes and gang rapes. Those who are victims of torture, rape and sexual harassment are the ones who are innocent. I can only begin to imagine the inconsequence and suffering those poor souls endure. As of now, if I begin to contemplate, I find myself incessantly bumped out. The thought alone fills me with terror, tears and fear.

The current situation of Karachi has become primal for every Pakistani today. It feels like an invincible impending doom, a race with a dead end. My energy and spirits are nosediving. Every tiny space within me is horrified beyond manifestation. With every breathe that I take, I turn to the divine providence in thankfulness and gratification.

As insignificant and unimportant my effort may be, I'm striving to make a difference that can impact the sorry lives of those who are in undue purgatory. For all I care, I'm vehement to revive my lost vigour for those who need justice and for my own betterment and safety. There is no way that I can keep my eyes dry after seeing the city turn into a slaughter house, if nothing greater. Slaughter houses are the rightful destination of those who are behind the evil; not for those whose lives are ruined at the hands of these wolves. Whoever they are, by every sense of the word, are not humans. They redefine the meaning of scoundrels to another level.

Yesterday, I thought that it is about us; today, I realise that it is about me. The waking conscience, purging emotions and exhaustive overhaul has bruised the hearts of many who fret to the constant accidents happening in Karachi.

Every miniscule of effort contributes to a healthy outcome. If you think you are too little to make an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito.

Your own radiance should do wonders ...'should'.

Dear sister,

Surprising as it may seem, something like this was much needed. I know, I am not there to hold and hug you and hear you sob, but these 'words' are all I have to make you feel better (takes me back to the song by Beejees: 'words' - and words are all I have, to take your heart away). Amazing, isn't it? How every little fiber of existence has transformed into a memory that the two of us share? Despite all the distance, despondency and agony, I am still that one person who will do the wonder of comprehending your silence. I learned from you, that silence is a strong weapon. Without a doubt, it is. However, over the course of so many years, I have seen, that prolonged silence can transmute into breeding grounds for further discomfort, and so on. In some cases, it acts as a poison. A poison that eventually results in amptutation. It shares semblance with booze - initial consumption feels like liquor - but later, all that is there is glum. Therefore, always remember, silence could become a swage, if nothing greater.

Whatever words I unleash here are not just simple words. Instead, they are a refined combination of text that will act as your true armour because I have complete faith that you are worth it. I know, times have gotten harder by the day, but in the darkest of hours is a ray of hope that empowers you to become a hero. Every exit brings a new entry; however, our naivity doesn't immediately allow us to apprehend its presence. But trust me, there is. Every threshold is a get-go. Every calamity leads to amity. Think of it as a storm curtailing to a cool breeze, and the sigh of relief that it brings to the mind and soul. If anything more, it is like a rainbow erupting from behind the lump of dark, dimishing clouds after a howling blow of winds, thunder and lightning. With heartbreak comes breakthrough. With misery comes delight. I with you, and you with me, it gets only better - nothing less. "The darkest hour of the night is 'just' before dawn."

Having said so, I realise, that times are getting tougher. Life has become so demanding that there is no room for flexibility. You will meet people who you think understand you perfectly. But the same people then take a steep one-eighty degree turn to the opposite end of the spectrum. There will be times when you will plummet from giddy heights to hopelessness. In the midst of nose-diving, you would not know what is causing all the unrest that there is. It will be a hollow road leading to an impasse. By the time you realise what is prompting it, perhaps, it'll be too late. But believe me, it is never going to be 'too late' as long as you're breathing. Life is full of compromises on a front, but full of surprises at the other end. You might want to dismiss all that, that has happened to you so far; but on the spur of the very moment, you'd want to avail those blemishes to a decorative future. There will be instances that are full of malaise, while there are times when you will find it hard to drift into kip because reality will be better than your dreams. And I know, what you would be thinking right now is, she's only moving ahead with 'words' because they are her only embellishment. Knowing you, probably your veins will be shooting with madness and heat. Had I been there, you'd have burst at me already.

Scooting back to that novel, Life of Pi - imagined yourself stranded on a lifeboat with a tiger. Just as how Pi found himself in the company of the tiger, Richard Parker, made him all the more attentive towards any and every occurance. Rightly so, the fears of life educe us to factor who we eventually are. Good jugement comes from bad experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.

There will be times when you will confront people who will overpower you. However, inside, every inch of breathtaking will make you impregnable and secure. People who you think of as invincible will only meliorate your urge to thrive. I know life poses baptisms of fire, back-to-back, but the hero that you are to your existence, should only make you flourish.

Always remember, "nothing lasts forever" - this rightfully applies to all your tribulations, as much as anything else. So dive into the trial of ordeal to be able to reach the shore. The more you escape from the situation, the farther you are from its solution.

Easiest thing to do is to 'talk'. Like my favourite statement has always been, "those who cannot do jack, talk."But here, every word that I say should engrave within your palms to strengthen your grip. Reassure yourself that everything will be okay. The slower, the better.

As a human, I realise that you contain your individual shock resoprtion capacity, with a specific volume to juggle with misfortune. If you see through your own eyes, you are carrying a weight on your tender shoulders, moving at the pace of heartbeat. But from someone else's eyes, you are in a bubble of support, joy, fortunate; self equipped, born to supportive, conducive parents, family and friends.

Life is not about finding yourself. It is about 'creating' yourself. Things that worry you, discard them. Relationships that worry you, 'do not' discard them. There is worry only where there is care and solace. Just like how I do the wonder of fathoming your secrecy and hush, I will also point out when you whinge undue. Don't let the morsel of dust stay in your eyes and produce tears. Instead, let them flow. Those who hurt you, forgive them anyway. Those who you think overwhelm your inner, accept them as their nature, or dismiss that as a result of their circumstances you are unbeknownst of.

With all this, I am introducing you to the 'high-pass filter' strategy. Let the odds dribble down the drain, while you catch the even components in the process, only those that benefit you. I know, doing so, sounds irrational and selfish. But always know, selfishness at times is healthy. At other times, it is only an intoxicant. 'Balance' is very necessary.

Do I sound like an elder sister? Oh, I know, I do. I always have been. Usually the younger ones wish that they were older. In my case, I wish, that I were even younger. Nonetheless, the chemistry between the two of us had remained unchanged. The sparrow at heart and pea-sized brain that you are, makes me love you all the more. The consolation that you seek in my words, thoughts, ideas, company, warmth and embrace, makes me want to become stronger, not for myself, but to look you through.

Every day that I have lived, I have become a fighter, bit by bit, not to conquer the incredible, but to cater to the arm of my goldfish, which is you.

Focus only on things that you can foresee as positive, withholding an outcome in your favour. Because the rest, are simply not in your hands. Accept them as destiny and provocations of nature. However, there are things that strike the rage in you, only momentarily. Eventually, we all know, they are bound to throes of ceasure. Those are the things you got to exercise patience on. If they bite you, get bitten anyway. The wound will only make you unattackable, each time as it grows. Eventually, a time will come when you will find who you are. You will do the marvel of growing into a graceful clot of a woman that you haven't thought about, yet.

Pin yourself to the atrocities that will earn you your rightful, deserving reward. There are hurdles on the way, yet I expect you to catch the flight and not run towards the fire escape.

The strong lady that you have been makes me shine more and more every day. But now is a time, when you need to glow within your own circumference of hardships, love, affection and everything else that comes. Let the sun shine, not behind the curtains, rather impinging on your retina. Let the moon come bright, in its full glory. Let your radiance do wonders. Trust me, not everyone star shoots. But the one that does, lights up the galaxies. Let your emergence sublimate, and resublimate.

Last, but not the least: to all this is an exciting piece of info that you must already be aware of. A woman resembles a peach - delicate and tender from outside, but hardcore from within. While a man (riddles that most women think of them as) resembles a coconut - extremely tough from the outer core, yet intensely warmhearted inside (mother told me this, rest assured, it holds true. I am telling you this because at times I have to take the front seat and act like a mother, too). Pierce through the walls to find that 'one' man as your soulmate, companion and best friend. Relationships in life may not come with any guarantee; however, relationships in life do come with a security to divide sorrow to lessen it, multiply the joy to amplify it. With it, comes a positive energy to walk ahead deliminating between emotion and conscience.

"When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming."

To all the times we have had, till we live them again, be strong and raise my head with pride and your perserverance. "Your greatest glory is not in never falling, but rising every time you fall."

I know you miss me, I miss you more. I know you care, but you gotta take care, because 'i' care MORE. I am far, but I know what you think, how and when. I know you are irrational, but I am there to mend. I know times have changed and I am not there to see, but the best part is, the silly, cynical, wierdo that I left you, are still your qualities. Some things never change - this has been quite a phrase for us, remember? But some things ought to change, for the better (doesn't include you though). I feel I am still growing up, while you're aging backwards, which is perfectly alright. I know how to handle you, irrespective of how old you are.

I am around even when I am not there. Hang in there, I'll write to you again.

Your precious and most awaited, 
Sister

Here's our signature song - 'Seasons in the sun' by Westlife: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf31kyAb3Z 

Think of me and I'll be there...♬ ❤

"Chance made us sisters; hearts made us friends"

Storm of despair.

There are times in life which show nothing but a dead-end. You do not know who is to blame. In the end, all you do self-incrimination.

I know times and situations do not remain perfect all the time. Rather, most of the times they follow no unblemished pattern. Circumstances are just an outcome of consecutive, back-to-back upshots. I know there are times when you feel there is nothing more to life, but even the darkest of days are not eternal. Miracles do happen, though rarely; mostly, defeat stares in the eyes. And one should have the courage to stare back.

As of now, I do not know what I aim to convey, yet piling my thoughts together. As a matter-of-fact, some events just instigate the least expected out of apparently, very plausible scenarios. I do not know if it is the selfish human nature that kicks in, or the fact that most of us are ready to go an extra mile, however, within our own limitations and comfort zone. This just makes me question relationships and their sancity all the more - does love even exist? Let alone true love. The oddly hour when a certain context exceeds peoples' parameters of acceptance, they usually flip to a one-eighty degree steep turn. Initially, I thought this was surprising. But today, as expected, it hurts me, though, is no longer a bolt from the blue.

To learn that those people are ones who you love the most - immediate family - nothing closer than that, or the closest of friends, inevitably bruises the spirit. It could be your partner, who you think would scale heights, lengths and beyond, to your happiness seems like nothing more than fastasm. Something like this pricking through the vessels of the body is ruthless.

The grimace that captures my eyes and face when I find myself only 'explaining' and 'justifying' my point of view leaves me disgusted and hopeless. I wince at the thought that there is no slightest grind of semblance between myself and the one who means the world to me. Rightly so, no one can keep imposing their pigeoned-vision views on you just because they think they are right. If only, people altered their thoughts beyond their own canvas of what is right or wrong - the world would be a much better place. Confinement within the walls of their own respective individuality and comfort zone is everyone's right and it is right. However, holding a pre-concieved notion towards every single object just complicates the simplest of situations. There should be variation, semblance and agreement upon disagreement.

My thoughts are so smudged, that most of this makes no damned sense. But there comes a duration where you feel abjected. After persistent attempts to establish the simpler scenarios as simplest, and sligtly complicated ones as simple, there is no strength left to resorb any further dents.

There is defeat, right here, right now. From head to toe, everything seems unattainable and forlorn. Like any other human, I also contain a circumscribed capacity to greet humps and dumps.

No one can spend an expanse of a lifetime in convincing someone - be it immediate relationships or friends - in explicating that their sentinment is probable and likely. Frankly, there is a world beyond a comfort domain. Everyone deserves room enough to be their very self inclusive of all sixes and sevens.

Life would be much simpler if there were modification, acceptance and flexibility. Sadly, those who expect the aforesaid from you are most stringent in extending the same towards you.

'Be strong' - now, deems futile. Even the strongest advocates of this phrase have their frail transformations. Because no matter how strong, we all have a compass to absorb illogic, inconsequence and immoderation.

In the end, you only conclude that no relationship in life comes with an untarnished ambience. Not even immediate family, let alone anyone else.


In the end by Linkin Park: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AWbgkRpYwc

Living In Fake Eternity