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The Teaser behind the Luster

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It’s been a while I have met my friends. It’s been a while I have chosen to take a drive for myself. It’s been a while I have gone on a vacation. It’s been a while I have witnessed, recognized and admired the people I love, the people who are always there for me and the people I somehow started to take for granted and

it’s been a while I have met myself.

 

If I had read the above words somewhere, I would have told myself that yeah sure, I know the gesture these words are trying to make and that I certainly do not do that. But it’s been a while that I have told myself the truth.

 

We all very often come across a legacy someone genius minded graphic designer left us over the internet. It’s a picture comparing a straight line and a curvy line stating the difference between the ideal and actual road to success. Viewing that picture some, including me, remark that oh yeah we already do that. It’s been a while I have caught me lying to myself like that.

Our primitive evolution probably had a lot to do with the physique for the purpose of their mere existence. When apes and Homo-Sapiens would have lived together, body language, expressions, acts of kindness and aggressions might have been the key parameters of survival. They must have left us the heritage as well. When I see the luster of success on a face, I tend to tell myself the sweet lie that people achieve success, fame, power, calm and satisfaction with just a pinch of luck.

When a person aims higher, a spell gets enacted out of nowhere, takes his hand and guides him through the journey of success, fame and glory. And the luster of the appearance, acting, makeup and appearance of the being makes me completely forget about the legacy an anonymous legend has left us. We have buried the philosophy under the mountain of Scientology but the rules are absolute, nature doesn’t change, light doesn’t vary its speed and principles do not bend themselves.

 

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In Search of an Identity

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Identity is the trait of how the brain thinks and how the soul acts. We all have been awarded with similar hardware and yet we all are as different from each other as day and night. Even the person who are alike, share common interests, get excited about same things, tend to dress same are very much different from each other.

We fall for different persons, we like different foods, we have this unique lens, we have tremendously different chemical reactions going on inside our heads and yet we all have the same dummy structure. Since the advent of science, the vastly scattered alike objects are being categorized into groups so to trap the study of trillions of objects to a few groups that behave in a similar manner. But humans couldn’t get categorize the Homo-sapiens.

It all goes on a micro scale when ideas develop and ideologies grow. At one instant, I get proud of being a part of a distinct body and on the other, I start searching myself for the unique traits that I possess and other don’t. I want to believe that I’m special, I’m better, I have a greater cause and I lack the meaning I was meant to have found out by now.

This idea is what drives people to do scary things, to do brutal things. This idea is about the struggle of getting a ticket.. a ticket to heavens. This idea is about discovering those missing parts inside the soul. This idea is about being a part of something much bigger than a single human being. This idea is about being a part of a daring community. This idea is about having an approved identity which one has been searching all through his life. This idea is about finding divine meaning and eternal happiness.

When injected into the minds of weakly wicked souls, this idea propagates like a virus, attacking the immune system, destroying the happy cells and compelling one to do things that he wont even be able to see. This is about taking a revenge, a revenge from the people who are in peace with the fact that you cannot know everything in this short life. A revenge from the people who don’t know what they are going to face next.

It’s when incidents like the California’s Human Hunting happen, when the Paris Attacks are witnessed, when the Syrians get bombarded, when the Palestinians construct pools of blood supplied by innocent children. Geographies are different but the incidents taking place are alike in nature, different ideas from different ideologies trying to conquer each other. They don’t know one mere simple fact that they should just agree to disagree. Live and let the other live.

Another Bounty for Freedom

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It was the morning of 16th December, 2014. A ceremony was being held in a school when badge of students was passing out from the school and was celebrating its farewell function, while others were there to join them in their celebrations and to see them off for their flight onto the horizons of successes and dreams.

Meanwhile around 7 people stepped inside the hall, holding arms and dressed like guards. Innocent children were too innocent and excited to notice and judge them by their mere appearance. After that moment, all they heard, instead of their teacher’s addresses, was the sound of bullets, what they heard was the echoes of blasts, what they heard was the screams of their fellows being shot, what they heard was the chaos of one of the most brutal terrorist attack in the history of mankind.

Militants started shedding their bullets onto the children, who were trying desperately to find an escape, to find a shield to cover themselves, to hide from those eyes and to run faster than the chasing bullet, but they could not. Militants kept on showering bullets for about 15 minutes to those who could offer their chests to a bullet as the mere resistance and as the only shield to stop that bullet.

The principal of the school had a chance to save her life but she refused to impart herself from her children. She refused to live a life she would gain while turning her back towards her children. She decided to lead herself to her self-suicide mission but she couldn’t abandon her children. She might have made a mistake as when she tried to save her children from those animals, they burnt her in front of her pupils.

This is the price we have to pay when we decide to fight this war against terrorism. This is the exchange of freedom when Pakistan is trying to clear its areas from the militant groups. Children have to offer their throats for barbarians to slaughter when the country raises voice for the betterment of the nation. A school principle has to be burnt when she chooses to stay on the side of her pupils. Mothers have to mourn over the left overs of their children’s bodies as bounty when the armed forces of Pakistan are trying to establish the rule of humanity in Pakistani Territory.

This is the price we have to pay for freedom, another war of freedom is going on after the establishment of Pakistan as a result of a freedom resolution. This would just act as a catalyst to agitate the nation’s demand for peace because one of the ending moments of rule of dark lords are those moments when it is at its maximum and what other maxima is expected than to slaughter children who just came to school for never leaving the building again and those who survived actually see their fellows off onto the horizons of dreams!!