Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Chal Ekela, Chal Ekela, Tera Mela Piche Jhoota Rahi Chal Ekela

Everything that you read and learn about relationship is a bullshit when you have only one option: Survive out of a violent domestic life, because the life of your own children is at stake.

If you behave normally, it wouldn't lead to a normal conclusion; if you behave abnormally, that would completely spoil the atmosphere at home. Then, what do you do?

When realizing, that expecting your partner to be an emotional support is a dream that would never come through -- what would you do?

Say f**k off and move out? Or, bury your self-respect and continue living in the hell?

Recently, one of my Facebook connections raised an issue: When is that torture that reaches its threshold, may be called too much?

Difficult question, because situations are different but may not be the attitudes.

While navigating through the toughest period of your life nothing could be more devastating than, your own holding you responsible for what your current state of affairs is -- conveniently forgetting the golden past that you showered on them.

That reminds me one of my favorite songs: Chal ekela, chal ekela, tera mela phiche jhoota rahi chal ekela.

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