Realize“If only the academics could judge me?

None can put a tag on my capability, and yet there are thousands who make me feel low or discouraged.When I was young I realized people shower love only where they see potentials being unfettered.After a while I met a different lot, my perspective underwent a makeover, I came across the nice world where the tenderness of your heart is what weighs.

The world is too wide for this little me, I felt, my life was rapidly boarding on the heights and depths. Twelve years to one they started competing, all I remembered of my past life, my achievements, my motivations, my positions, my possessions and all I could ever imagine or never imagine turned to dust, all that mattered to me didn’t matter to me anymore. A simple realization knocked out my contemplations of a superior life, a mere flash of teeth started making my day, a little eye makeup started making someone’s day, two stanza about love made me ecstatic, a sober heart, less expectations deemed to be an outline to my sketch of life. Slowely and softly I hugged my lifestyle, savouring every bit of it. There are so many beautiful hearts around me, and I never want to go, there was a special heart around me and I let him go. Today though I stand without him and live without him, and yet he is there, always at the back of my head all because he made me realize that love might not  be in being together forever, but being happy in each other’s happiness.

Life keeps twisting our thoughts and thats the biggest realization I ever had, today I think so high of one thing and tomorrow I will scorn it, I am a strong believer of change, on scrutinizing I realized that changes are what keep us going and alive.


I can do everything!

I can discover a meaning to this life,

I can uncover an alternate to the Big Bang,

I can come across an answer to death,

I can unearth the extinct dodo,

I can stumble on the time that has passed,

I can hit upon every possibility against every liability,

Only if I am curious, only when I am curious.

I can reside in faith,

I can surpass every myth,

I can create new beliefs,

I can alter the regime,

I can shut the vault,

I can fly high in the sky,

Only if I am determined, only when I am determined.

I can live in Antarctica,

I can survive hypothermia,

I can ski in Everest,

I can sweat in Arctic,

I can feel the pain,

I can shut the pain,

Only if I am alive, only when I am alive.


As two separate domains on October 21, 1947 a silent agitation gave way to what is commonly known as the FIRST KAHSMIR WAR. The Muslim majority state with 48% Sikh, Hindu and Buddhist of Jammu and Kashmir was at war in the pious presence of the pristine Himalayas. The Azad Kashmir forces (the local militant group) along with the armed Pakistani soldiers fought for encroachment of Indian Territory, for the harsh topography and inaccessible crests of the intoxicating Himalayas they did last but only until they were retaliated back to outskirts of Leh. With a great sigh and sorrow the domains lost their sons to disavail , for a cause which was a no issue but Violence.

A blackish hue casted its shadow on the two domains, when in April of 1965 one started war as a result of what is known as “Operation Gibraltar” in expectations of invading the lush green state of Jammu and Kashmir. For a ceasefire from the UN the war ended but with massive casualties on both spheres, annihilating the living and nonliving uniformly, if only the war would have prolonged one would have reached the state of absolute defeat and that one would have been the encroacher. I ask. How can someone not love peace? The land in any map is part of an entity, our earth, how can we detonate what created us.

On March 27, 1971, the prime minister of India, Indira Gandhi, extended its full-fledged support to the Bangladeshis for their struggle against the Pakistani troops. A country became sovereign! Relations of the nations grew gruesome; hearts became hard, genocides, war dust and destruction reigned.

In the scorching May of 1999 a high-altitude war rode to Kargil district of Kashmir, the husky neighbors were in a conflict due to the infiltration of the Pakistani soldiers and militant insurgency resulting in death, destruction. This added to the history of discord and the cold relation of the nations of India and Pakistan.

This is history but not his story, his story is dissimilar, it is more of pain than of sore relations between two nations, it is the story of his last goodbye, the story of his last cry, the story when he shut his eyes for the last time, the story of the moments he reminisced his mother’s tears and his father’s unostentatious love, the story of his mind imagining his children smiling, the story of his wife waiting, the story of his trauma, it is the story of his disappearance from the world.

War is a futile aspiration; it is death in its original costume. War is antagonism, anguish, agony and misery. Neither Napoleon nor Hitler clenched the world in their fists, never did the gloom of war charm anyone’s life. So why?I ask I see these lines of distress, the situations of complete mess? Why do I see people fighting, children dying, future drowning?

Developers are talking about auto bots and chatter bots, well for that somebody please tell them to fix the existing conscience of people first. We are all sitting and resting today, carefree, enjoying nice time! What if somebody fires a missile at us tomorrow? What are we going to do? War or are we still going to preach peace! I certainly have no answer, I have got no wide thought, all I see is death, in smaller forms that happens in an infiltration day to day and in the a colossal form engulfing lives at war.

My generation is worried! We see no future, I have heard of the plight of the Syrians, India gave refuge to its people and I am so glad about that, the other day I heard of a boat drowning with 700 refugees in it, I have never felt a pain like that before. Are we still thinking of an economy, which won’t be there to mourn for us when we die?

Pakistan needs a lesson more than anybody today, but are we all clean, do we ever look at our foreign policies; these thoughts of wars, conflicts, violence, and vengeance are running me mad! Don’t forget our Malala is born in the nation, an actress got a FIR filed against her for a statement that the residents of Pakistan are as peace loving as us just in the wrong hands. What if we go at war?

Another war in few decades?

And yet another in few more?

What we need is an enduring solution and not a war or violence, because if at all the world enters, this will be the last war and earth will shut its eyes before its sun’s extinguishes. It will be a death war and no one will be present to claim it.