A look into the future.

A bomb hits the city and all life is instantly vapourized. But, I'm not so fortunate as I see buildings burn down right in front of me. Stumbling, I trip over pieces of descending flesh. Leaving behind the pile of smoldering humanoid remian. Radiation chasing, leading me to a nuclear grave.

Were we ready to fight world war III?

Yet, humanity somehow stood up on its mutated feet. Still filled with men with unnerving pride. Those who just won't accept their loss, their defeat, their end. And into missiles, they crammed disease and deadly poison. One by one they launched them to an unstoppable journey to kill off the last. I choke on my tongue. I see people vomiting blood. The gas from above is filling my lungs, taking over the little spaces.

And now there is nothing but darkness, and silence. The species of man is now extinct. All that remain are the boiling oceans, into which the continents sink slow and steady. The gravity's gone and the moon collides with a dead Earth. It leaves the flaming world out of orbit. Leaves it flying uncontrollably into deep space.

Were we ready for World War IV?

I turn inside of myself and look back into my past; into nothing. The best time in life was barely present. I wish I could go back and tell that nice little boy to be stronger, to be brave; but I can't. He had his chance. I burn, I scream, I despair on these thoughts of the past. I realize that I had barely lived, but just existed. It's too late now and my thoughts feed on this grief. The grief creates tears that burn my skin, unable to ease the pain. I float in hopelessness, for the time is gone and the boy is a man now. The end. A beginning for everything flows and we live to change; We live to learn. The future's still open and to be lived like the past has been wasted. And with hope in my heart I look forward..

I embrace, the depths of oblivion. I am engaged to the escapeable end. The void, that once was a strength, consuming, and fears became too intense; Destructive.

I behold the days that are numbered. In my prediction, the end has been forseen. I am unable to accept this failure. As weak as I am; I have no strength in me to pretend. The throne, that once marked my strength, is now a token of my failure.

Indifference, is my excuse
And ignorance, my refuge
My twisted personality,
Being senseless is my reality.

The topic I would like to touch today is a not-so-recent youtube video that has been revolving around Pakistan. It was about VJ Waqar telling(more like humiliating) a 'Defence-wanna-be' girl how to be a true Pakistani. According to VJ Waqar, the girl should have spoken pure Urdu; not a word of English. So he completely humiliated the girl, on air.

According to VJ Waqar:
The girl wrote in her description that she hated Pakistan. This was because of the usual reasons. Load-shedding, thefts, no facilities etc. HOW DARE SHE WRITE, SHE HATES PAKISTAN?! (Again, according to VJ Waqar) Girls should not speak English if they don't know how to. People(like that girl) should not be even allowed to remain on this soil if they don't love their country.

Giving a self-opinion of why Shehzeen(the girl) did that:
Well, mainly to act cool. She might have heard people saying that Pakistan's going to the dogs. She thought she'd rephrase it in her own words to 'fit in'. No harm meant. She must have written 'I hate Pakistan' because she considered other countries as better places. Even that point can be accepted.

Now, according to me:
I think VJ Waqar was way out of line and was completely wrong about his concepts. Even I felt weird when I heard she had written 'I hate Pakistan'; but I mean COME ON! She's a freakin' girl. Doesn't she deserve respect and a right to say what she wants? Everybody makes mistakes they regret later. Waqar isn't totally a best-man himself. I really don't think that beating up wrong-doers is a patriotic step. Going around like he rules the place; makes me sick!
The problem with this guy is the fact that he thinks everything can be solved on the tip of a sword. This is plain 'Ghunda-gardi'(<-- Emphasis). I think she has the right to say what she wants. Be it, she hates Pakistan. She's still living in it, right? This country was made on this basis; democracy. The right to say what you want, and do what you must. Free we are, and free we must remain.