Life aur Log!

somewhere on earth, in memory of those who thought about their rights

In sickness, a man can be transported to his childhood. Wrapped, immobile and stuck to his chair. And when life hands him sickness, he writes while hearing to atomic by blondie. He reflects on this year, the greatest year of his blogging and reading, till date.
The life from the view of maturity of past three decades has taught me no wisdom. I have watched more than what I can understand. Met more people than I could bear. And failed more than I ever wished to sustain. The world is messier by the day, as it passes and my observation gets fits.
Religion, science and philosophy, have failed not due to their incapacity but due to the fear of change and love for ignorance, of the mankind. We are still barbarians dressed in expensive clothes at our convenience. The acts are nothing but tools for self preservation. And in that I have failed miserably. I have constructed the one of the most incompatible human of myself in this land of the pure. The hope of my salvation may be beyond the saints of the holy. But I know, that I don't know. Logic has annihilated all pleasures, yet my snow capped barren lands are soaked in dreams of them.
As for the Noah's arc, well there is no doubt (99% statistically speaking) that it is doomed. With the current gene pool and its inability to understand the prospects of technology change with its short attention span, is like a wedge, meant to be hit at ones own feet. Individuals are losing what they never had. Through the past centuries we have improvised our own disaster.
Life is .... what you define it to be. You can divorce everything from your life except for the world that affects it. And house always wins. Losing is the only constant(plus drugs, prescription and non-prescribed) unless you are not too feely neely about it. But life is definitely not love! neither a carrot! those definitions just makes the world more obsessive. Probably life is close to a charity, where you get looted by default.
Truth is we all are children till the very end. The relativity, is in the hope that we are robbed off, by our own knowledge. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, for all worlds out here and there, misery, is a beauty, try appreciating it, may be its the life. The status quo of preconceived principles of man and woman society is a bogus lie. You will die for nothing from newtonian education system of school to university, the newer world's working and earning, reproducing and breeding those offsprings, all just to prepare to die in the end because it is a lie! This world is a chaos and will  always be. And there is no such thing as winning! the world pays and wins! mankind just dies.
And while I end, I am listening to Time to pretend by MGMT, you can go traveling the world watching some cradle groined hemispherical painted marble quadripartite vault arches made to commemorate those who sacrificed their lives to think. What an irony! Where is wisdom?

p.s. Here are a few verses from poetry of Munir Niazi:

Kuj ounj vi rawa okhiya saan

Kuj gallan vich gaum da touq vi ci

Kuj shehr dey log vi zalim saan

Kuj sanu vi marn da shouq vi ci