Wow.. I'm getting patriotic..

Today.. after many days.. mom handed me my history book and forced me to open it... But as usual I opened it and got lost in my dreamworld... nah.. not fairies or ogres... it was about the mad man who might've got the Eureka idea to include history as a subject! I mean..

People have kept on fighting over issues like equaaallity, libbbeerrtyyy ... n all other crap since medieval times. And hoola! They are still fighting... and they will always keep on! Just for the sake of some partition that took place during 1947, people still can't stop the urge to killll.It's like saying... "Just because my dad and your dad fought for a toffee in kindergarten ..I am gonna fight with you for that toffee too... but hello...... lifelong.. How long?

You might think.. How does that relate to history textbook? It's like this... How do I know about the freedom struggle? How does every child know about Mahatma Gandhi? How do people know that pakistan was once a part of India? How have people developed an irrational sense of fear against pakistanis? buzzz: - History textbook! If it was not for this 'dignified " subject, I would never have known. Nor would majority of the Indian population have known... We celebrate independence day and beam with pride thinking about our leaders but we forget one thing... anger...the rage that cooks up in every indian...towards the british.... it's like digging your own graveyard... you know.. destroying the peace and harmony by poking out the sleeping monster in you that wants to fight and kill for..... practically nothing. Huh!

Another scenario :- What if we dont learn about our history and live like normal living beings... If no hindus or muslims get to know that their ancestors had fought once..... There might be no word like terrorism may be... It'll be like " Who cares a crap for what our dads did.. I 'll do what I want to "

But no....after all its our "khandani" ritual.. We must never let anyone forget that our forefathers were so brave. How much guts they had to fight over whose god was better.. Like anyone was going to accept "You win ! I lose!"

Reminding people about their past only aggravates the hidden feeling of hatred in their hearts...scratches out wounds making them bigger...

Bet - make a head out of it!

God I hate this NEW POST page.. and I literally mean it.. man.. it just squeezes out all the good ideas in you.. never mind.. hmm... so what was i gonna write?? (scratch- scratch).. omygosh seee its happening.. seriously i dont have the trickle of an idea whether this is absent mindedness or its like some things just have idiotic faces that say "han han! no you dont wanna do this! do you?" Really,sometimes I just feel like throwing pebbles..uh huh.. boulders over unpleasant things! You take up something in a mindblowing spirit.. some work or a book or a new song and something unbelievably annoying comes and says "Excuse me(literal meaning: You are not allowed to have a peace of mind.)". This is not one bit exaggeration.. coz that's actually what I am up to these days.. Its called "Mission - Blocking" yeah ... right Its definitely not "raindrops on roses n whiskers on kittens", anymore.... I am just blocking my daydreams or should I say trying to... One minute I pore over history of nationalism struggling to figure out why Prussia fought for German Unification while the next minute I am in tights and flats dancing ballet... ridiculous isn't it? I mean is this flu ever gonna end.. sleeping in daylight? chewing hard... at soft things.. lips, nails, skin and even pig tails... lifting an eyebrow... damn stressed out.. phew..... And literally screaming out the million dollar "Iam-fed-up" alphabets "O......M....G.."
But I have to say that.. its time.. sure it is.. coz I can't bear it any more. How long am I gonna use daydreaming or music to solve my problems? To me.. life is manipulative.. nothing ever occurs without a solid motive.You run and run and keep on running to reach an end and finally, the end comes and says.. April foool.. I am not the end... go on and burn some more calories fatty... ooh ooh that's another situation where you feel like ripping your arm off just because you'll have something to throw at..
So coming back to the "its time" thing.. I wanna challenge my problems.. ok fine.no exaggeration....just "solve" my problems....just "kick off its ass"... just "get rid of it".. "just sell it out" (breathe.. breathe) .... But believe me ... daydreaming is a bug not a drug.... so I just need to grab that "I can do it - bugspray" and hoolaaa successss! here I am!! By the way, is it available in the store next door?