On God/belief system

This, another input of mine in the same said forum, Thu Dec 09, 2004 5:06 am.

There are honest believers just as good as honest non-believers.
I am not against God and definitely not against believers.

BUT I do despise people who expect God to do everything for them and blame God if the desired does not happen.

Not everything is explainable. At the same time not all that are unexplainable is a miracle. This is where rationality comes in.

Sadly, quite a many fail to rationalise;instead they are happy being ignorant.

There is a greater power at work. I do not deny that.But I am not in position to say what is it, where is it, how it works or how it looks like. For some that is God. For others, that’s what life is all about-filled with the good, the bad and ugly. Wonders do happen in life and yes, arent we all grateful for that.

All of us see this power precisely. but how we see it is what differs. For believers, this is God;the ultimate power.To this point, all is well.

What you sow is what you reap. Not, you pray, sing bhajan, you are religious. What is the point of practicing a religion when you have no idea what God means to you.

Some start ignorant, as time goes by they realise what God is to them individually and live life accordingly. The majority of believers fall into this category.

The second scenario:
Bang, you are cured by XX, there you go, you were touched by God!
Werent you touched by HIM when you were of X religion before?Whose fault is it?

Third:
Your heart’s desires was not fullfilled= there’s a new atheist on the block!

The problem arises when man start to see other things more godly than God himself.

So is this God’s fault or your fault as a person?

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When I was asked what women rights meant to me

What I wrote in a forum many years ago, to be precise on Mon Jun 13, 2005 5:55 am.

  1. Not to be told how to think
  2. Not to be told what one should do
  3. Not to be judged when matters are handled differently
  4. To be able able to do what one wants to do-minus the veil To eliminate the need to prove oneself to detractors. There’s no need for anybody to prove anything to anybody.
  5. Not to be seen as cause of everthing and subjugated likewise.
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I am not asking the society to help women to achieve these but this should be a wake up call for women. And a woman becomes no lesser woman by watching serials and involving in mindless banters as much a man remains a man irregardless of what he does.

Two Movies

Love Today
Is that movie dumb or is that movie dumb?
Boy loves Girl. Girl despises Boy. Boy sings songs describing Girl’s beauty. Collects rubbish belonging to Girl. And expects Girl to fall for him. Tresspasses Girl’s room on her birthday. Expects Girl to fall head over heels for him. Girl’s father, a cop bashes Boy. Boy thinks he deserves to be loved by Girl by now. Girl gets emotionally wrecked by father. Meanwhile, Boy’s sportive father dies. Boy in his haste to see Girl even foregoes father’s funeral unintentionally. Poor Girl having had enough of her father’s mental torture, decides to seek refuge, with who else but Boy (Girl had it so bad that she was willing to go to her stalking admirer).

The best (climax) part, Boy walks away from Girl who has risked her life to live with him. But not before blaming Girl for everything. Yes, he blamed her for missing his father’s funeral.

And this was supposed to be a super movie of the year approximately ten years ago.

Baghban
A classy colleague said she cried watching this movie. ‘It portrays the love between an elderly couple,’ she said. Knowing her taste in movies, I ignored her. WHAT? I did say she is CLASSY. Fastforward many years later, today, I was fortunate to watch it (ok ok, there was nothing else to watch, and my thumb was sore after channel surfing for so long). Thankfully, it was the last hour or so. By this time, the couple was forcefully separated by their children and they were each living in different houses. Things were super melodramatic, alas, I was still watching. Not for long though, because that is when Salman Khan HAD to make an (re)entry. The dialogues and scenes were horrendous beyond words that I knew I had to hurt myself. Fortunately, my weapon of bad movie destruction happened to be VERY VERY delicious looking murukkus, which I ate, of course. They WERE delicious, in case you are wondering.

•A man’s diary got published without his knowledge. And he was delighted when he was informed of that.
•A man stupid enough to leave his beautiful house and complain that he had no where to go. And no money. Did I mention he was willing to split from him wife whom he loves dearly?
•You should have sold the house, stupid man. And live proudly with your wife without anyone’s assistance. Did I mention he was an accountant?
•Oh yes, the first edition of his book was a best seller and was out of print. And he did not know it. Until the unethical publisher shoved another cheque down his throat. Which he happily accepted, yet again
•And don’t get my started on the antics of ‘son’ Salman Khan

*sigh*

A fellow blogger Akka is grieving

I want to say something to soothe her pain.

But no words are coming. No words good enough to soothe her.
I went twice there, to say something. Typed something insignificant.

But deleted the entry before I could post it.
I don’t mean to be rude akka, but I just cannot bear to see the pain knowing there’s nothing I could do for you.

You will pull it through, that’s all I can say.
And don’t lose hope under any circumstances.

Short Hair

This happened last week by the way.

Back door neighbour: Who is that?

I was having a drink with my back facing her)

Mom: Jay
Back door neighbour: Jay? Ah? So short ah, her hair? My son Keju doesn’t allow his sisters to have short hair.

(My hair has been short for quite sometime already. And this lady has seen me many times before this ‘incident’.)

I turned around. Smirked. She thought I smiled. She smiled back. Some people just don’t get it. *Sigh*

The said daughters walk around in spaghetti straps and shorts so short that the very reason one clothes oneself is lost. And here, this lady comments about my hair.

By the way, the back door neighbour is an Indian, if it is not obvious yet.