There is always a war on the run. Head knows well what’s right and what’s wrong, what we need to or should do at every instance. Head plans, memorizes, prepares, rehearses, rationalizes, retrospects unlike the heart. Ironically, this unfairly lucky heart now and then thrashes head’s every hope and every confidence to turn all the thinking into doing. Heart infallibly defeats head on every front. It makes us do all that he wants ultimately. And still, pity on head, that it keeps persevering, just finding logics and reasons for the defeat. It extrapolates useless conclusions why it happend, to prepare for the next time. So frivolous, but still it is called the brain, the thinking organ, and we keep boasting that we have one.