Rush Hour

    No matter how close buddies we are, no matter how much we love our parents, no matter how much we repent later, no matter how much we cry later on when we are alone, at the time of a misunderstanding we always deviate from the track of clearing our point to the other and stop the misunderstanding on its way, to the track of pointing the other ones mistake!!  We fight with our closest ones and yet feel bad, but we also want our say to be the last and the final one!! We want to win the fight but don't feel the joy of winning!! 
        The empty feeling when we break the friendship with our closest one just to avoid hurting each other and the joyous feeling of rejoice when we patch up again, is just incomparable. Yet they cant be felt without each other. One has to be there to make us realize the value of the other. (Err, what do you think I just referred to??The two friends or the two emotions?? That'z a googly for you people.. :P) 
       Moving on with the blog, as much as it takes time for the argument to come to ad end, it takes even more time for the friends who reach out to each other to say sorry and patch up. 
       Is it that we play with our emotions or the emotions play with us, I've not yet been able to understand. Would it have been better to tame our emotions or to tame our reactions and repulsive actions in the rush hour of the adrenaline tsunami?!