In the world history, there have been countless Wars fought. But why do we fight.
Peace is required but if the opponent does not keep ears to the peace process then the yell of war cry remains the ultimate solution.
I always had a fantasy of being in the armed forces. May be it has something to do with my inner instinct. But if I see myself now, I am sometimes not so happy about myself; I or to add few more guys to my group seldom fight out for our rights.{ Right is a very big word in here J} We never oppose the wrong doings which happens right in front of our eyes. We should be fighting it out sometimes and fight is good in proper respect and if it has a meaning or cause attached to it.
War between countries is something very huge and large amount of brainstorming and negotiations are done prior to going to war.
The fighting instinct in imbibed right from childhood hay days.
But somehow we subdue it as we go along. This urge needs to be controlled but not suppressed.
Recalling few of the good times when I gave a thought about Fight or really involved in a fight. And the most recent one being
The other day I and my friends were discussing about “F.I.G.H.T” over a beer. My friend was of the opinion that: “In a fight it’s not the size of the dog that matters, but the fight of the dog that counts”. My other mate threw up that the word dog ought to be replaced with Lions, as they would instill the pride, dominance and Supremacy. And we continued out topic exploring the zoology, psychology and the other logies about Dogs and lions or sometimes putting a analogy of humans in place of lions and dogs and gulping the drought beer. Though we three had different views and were fighting for our own view, we had a heck of a time and ironically my friends meet up a long time friend and this ended in a very good reunion.
To be Continued………………………
