The Hand That Rocked The Cradle....

Taking a glimpse of the past, Eddie-Mania still alive, waiting for just another spell of numbers, the jest short-lived. In a bizarre skirmish also, no one expected fate at their temples called HOME. Imagine the life...condition...consequences or whatever you may consider....of a little boy who just returned home to see his momma dead. It is true, death comes in an instant & soon souls ascend to heaven or rather would proudly mention that rituals do play a crucial role to deliver a soul to a righteous place.

Untold Legends may remain untold forever. World doesn't give a fuck to anyone anymore. Zillions of philosophers mentioned various constructive definitions of life & its theories. A pen is mightier than a sword. But, in the end, every single creation of God, meets someone, referred to as fate. Agreed that pen is mightier than a sword, but does it escape or even spoof the fate's blow...? I was left wondering while taking the integral calculus of this sort of equation. Huh, forget Maths...It is just another piece of bullshit crap with abrupt figures given by some of the weird varieties of stereotypes. I bet, by now, I am able to convince you that there is no difference between the legendary philosophers, the greatest stalwarts of mathematics and a small time pen-pusher. Everyone did one and the same thing and at-last met the same person...FATE.

Some of you might have heard of Rage Against the Machines or Race Against the Machines. But ever heard of Race Against Time ? Yeah, that is what a person attempts while battling cancer. They try to see which they know they will not. Waiting for every single miracle to return their happiness. It is believed that PrAyErS hAvE ImMeNsE PoWeR.......but Prayers fail to work for a person who attempts to halt someone's eternal journey. Time to dig up the past. Time to learn each and every single thing right from the scratch....what Momma used to teach in those early days. Relying on time because it is assumed that time heals everything. What my icon said was right. Live for Nothing....Die for Something. Momma...Let your soul Rest In Peace Forever and Forever....The hand that rocked the Specialist's cradle.....will be determined to Rule the World....
Will miss that Rocking Hand....