And when it shatters into a million little pieces...

And when it shatters into a million little pieces...

Posted by Abstraction Personified

Sitting alone in your little room. Isolated from the world. Living in your very own little safe haven. Surrounded by the people whose tiny bit of existence won't matter in a couple of months from now. Except for some, of course. The only thing that keeps you connected with the actual world is the internet. Even then its up to you to ignore the world and shut it out completely or to keep in touch with it. Since ignoring the world is the best way you can escape the miseries it inflicts upon you. You choose. You choose to ignore. 

Just then, you see. You see them suffering. Suffering at the hands of the people who loved them once. People they once loved. Maybe still do.

Life happens to be extremely funny. You get attached to people you never thought you were capable of remembering. There are times when you cry. You cry for them. You cry because you are helpless. Because they are helpless. Because you can't do anything for them. Because you cannot ease their pain. Because you are unable to understand the miseries they might be going through. If only you could understand that bit, it could've been different. As much as you want to drive away the sadness from their lives, you just can't.

Why? Because they are not ready to let go off it. Because they are savoring the pain. Because they've found refuge in it. While you, you are dying inside by just seeing them hold on to it.

That is exactly when it breaks. It gets crushed. Just like its been treaded upon. Crushed to tiny bits. That is when it shatters, shatters into a million little pieces.

A battle with the nemesis of your own

A battle with the nemesis of your own

Posted by Abstraction Personified

Every man in this entire world has a nemesis of his own. Nemesis - that brings about the worst in him; Every human suffers at the hands of his very own nemesis. Nemesis, which leads to defeats after defeats. Nemesis, which drives him towards the dark side... Nemesis, which conspires against him. Every... single... solitary... time... to defeat and subdue his very own self.

I might as well be the target of my own nemesis, like a story trapped in a plot whole. Suffering the same fate that millions do - Fighting - a never ending battle with one's self... A battle in which its you who is the contender and the victim: Doesn't matter who wins, the because you lose; Whoever grabs the title of victory, the misery is inflicted upon you, the wounds are imparted on you by your own self.

What kind of battle is that?! How do you fight something of that sort? To hurt your own self yet not hurt yourself - is it not an irony of epic proportions?! What exactly goes wrong between the two souls - the good and the bad - dwelling inside you.... that leads to such a turmoil?

In this world of fuzzy logic, its hard to expect the good to conquer and the evil to meet defeat in absolute terms. The world operates in the shades of grey. But wait, wouldn't this suggest the nonexistence of your nemesis? But then, I wonder, the little grey regions are also a fusion of tiny miniature black and white dots: that would suggest there is not one but a million of your nemeses and a million of tiny yous inside one big YOU, no? But wait, the grey is achieved only when there is a perfect balance between the blacks and whites.... Does that not, completely, defy the principal of fuzzy logic? Does that not explain the world still operates with the ideal logic?

Whatever is the case, the idea of one enemy and one you AND the idea of a million tiny enemies and a million of tiny yous living inside your skin is still haunting:

Fighting a million tiny you-enemies to get an approximate flee from their sinister traps.

Or

Fighting one big, huge, strong enemy for once and for all. An enemy which is hard to defeat. An enemy whose strength is unthinkable, unimaginable. An enemy, from whom, if you lose, you lose for good. If you lose, there's a wounded ego and a wounded pride. Worst of all, a wounded self.

What thought would you take refuge in?

A million little enemies, a million little battles and an approximate result or one strong enemy, one big battle and one definitive result?

 I, for now, am utterly confused and unable to register my choice.

God bless Pakistan

God bless Pakistan

Posted by Abstraction Personified

Yahan Tazleel-e-insaani bohat hai

Tabhi chechron pe veeraani bohat hai

Darindon se koi kaisey bachay?

K inki shakal insaani bohat hai

Dear Almighty Allah SWT.

Please keep our nation in safe hands. You are the one who brought it into this world.We pray to You, and only You, to keep it safe. And surely,Allah SWT doesn't deny the prayers of a believer. - Amen.

11 to 4 lab work

11 to 4 lab work

Posted by Abstraction Personified

Yes, there are days when you dont feel like getting up from your cozy, comfy bed BUT, no wonder how hard you try, you just HAVE to! Today happens to be exactly that day.

*YAWN* So the good part o f t h e d a y was 11 to 4 work and, and, a n d, a n........ *snores*