Is this the end?

Beginning of the end, someone will correct me.

But spare me the comment. 9 hour flight, no jet lag, no nothing, but a descending sense of excitement as the plane descended into the lights. I was almost whistling and gleefully staring out of the window, much to the wonder of the people sitting behind me, as I was intruding into their window.

But a nightout before that, pray who was there in Arena of Pop. Disgusting the name may sound, which is true. The free pop concert with the likes of Melanie C, Tokyo Hotel, Spanish Singer, et cetera. Swarmed in a huge crowd in a large public place, who contemplated blasphemy? And who felt receding into a physical distance as C's voice cracked into the mike? The last individual act of suicide on German soil, I need a heavy metal dose to wear off the beer and the music.

And the mighty decision, which has the power to change the life of atleast one person, is a no to beer. For it will just be a compromise.