When a force bigger than us created man, he created him with significance, but no identity. As the years progressed this man began to be addressed with a name. He began to associate with people who had the same beliefs. And over time, there emerged religion. Religion then was an institution to express belief in a divine power. And yet, the moment it came into being, man changed it. He made rules and most of them were discriminatory of other religions. Whether he did that for a seemingly greater cause or for his own selfish benefit will never be known. Whatever the reason, he tainted the concept.
Today, he has exploited and misused the term religion. He has used it to scathe, destroy and kill. He has used it to discriminate. He has brought injustice and suffering, all in the claims of doing it for a good cause. Little does he realize that he is the first one going astray from what he believes in. Because we were not taught to kill and do wrong. And we were not told to distinguish on the basis of religion. That, we have done ourselves.
When the world is hit by natural calamities, it never stops to see who it takes. At that time, the rich and the poor, the fortunate and the unfortunate, the happy and the sad, the Muslim and the Hindu are all the same. Religion is all but insignificant when a person is faced by death. Every being dies and every being turns to dust.

We are forgetting the essentials of life. We are exploiting and corrupting to such an extent that, we are doing nothing but creating a huge divide in humanity. A divide, with consequences that will only worsen with time.

We must bear in mind that at the end of the day, we are all indeed, one.

It's funny how you wait for something for weeks, even months, and then when it finally gets here, it's over before you know it. There really is something about weddings. They have this knack of turning horrible days into days worth remembering.

So, the big white wedding came and went. The troops were dressed in green and the whole colour theme went a little too far when the girls proceeded to have green underarms as well. Yes, sick. We thought so too.
The initial chaos dissolved into excitement as the 'wedding entrance' was minutes away. This was indeed a classic example of how a not-so-original idea can turn out to be way BETTER than the original. At least we could dance, even if it wasn't in church. Fireworks concluded the entire thing, some bursting a little too close to our asses, i might add. General happiness spread like forest fire. The Grand March, a new concept to commoners like us, made everyone in the near vicinity join the long line and added to the overall fun of walking around following the newly weds. The first dance was awesome and Decky proved to be the perfect groom revealing his romantic side, as Gulli just looked plain happy and pretty damn impressed.
Soon, the dancing began and the bar beckoned to the alcohol friendly. Thinking we needed to soak up more attention, or so it seemed, some of us began the legendary hustle (courtesy to Ten Downing Street), not on the dance floor like normal human beings, but right in the center of the place, on the nearest stretch of red carpet. And of course, before long there were cameras clicking away what with the synchronized looking dance and everything. Our talent soon moved on to the dance floor and slowly the alcohol took over full swing. We sang. We danced. Some of us went down (haha). We hustled. We stood while a blindfolded bride went to give the bouquet to the next in line. We laughed. We smiled for the never ending flashes. And we made merry.

From helping with little wedding things to sleepovers. From the confusion setting in to last minute nerves. From a bachelor party with no details to the craziest hen party in the history of hen parties. From alcohol to more alcohol. From cutting a thousand shoes to 'forever.' From acquaintances to friends. From friends to family. From four year relationships to an eternity together. Our little bundle of joy is married. Yes. It's finally official. And if there is one thing we've learnt from both of them, it is crossing over all hurdles and emerging on the other side. Strong, with no tears (pun fully intended) and as in love as when the journey first started.

I don't know why i miss you. I don't know why i even THINK of you at all. I don't know why i still laugh at the random things you say, even if they aren't to me. I don't know why i feel the need to check up on you sometimes. I don't know why i continue to relate things to you. I don't know why this little part of me still cares. I don't know a lot of things.
But i do know that you did something. And that i have so many questions i'd like to ask you, simply so i can understand better. So i know what went wrong. So i don't have to push the thought of you away. So i stop getting that odd feeling in my stomach when i happen to get a fleeting glance. So i can move forward without questioning my instincts.
Is that really asking for too much?