Taking stock of things.

You've come all the way, having taken a risk, burning boats behind you, huffing and puffing half-way through when you suddenly are confronted with various pathways. You know this might be the last journey of its sort you would take and the gravity of the situation dawns on you. Which path do you take? Each path has its own guide(s), some of them being the most interesting poeople you have ever met, and leads to different places. How do you decide which to take?

There are paths closer to what you once were. Or what you would have become if you kept going on previous paths. But then the point of this journey was not to continue being what you were. But to be able to realize the dreams. Some of those paths pointed to realization of those dreams. And then it wasn't as if those dreams were dead. They were still there and kept coming back.

In the end it was all about whether I was ready to believe in the dreams. I had the baggage to take that path and I could see making use of myself at the end of the journey. After five days of distress and dilemma, the full-unit option had been finally chosen. "IT and Development." Here comes the saviour.

On another end, I've been trying to relate the trend of increasing Pakistani marriages with the natural calamities hitting the country. I know there's nothing in common between the two, since the former relate to exorbitant expenditures while the latter is suffering of the worst kind, but still at some level, are people getting married to get on with (their versions of living) life as soon as possible? A sort of race with nature?