Renewed to Honor

This is a continuation of the blog post I am writing " The joy of living ". The wonderful experience of having life. Really an odd topic and I would mention this heading on all the blogs that relate to this as "Joy of living" . So this is Joy of living - Part 2: My Left and Right hand! I have always found it a fantasy to write with my left hand. Some times I really wish I was a "lefty", doing all things with left hand instead of right. There was once an American president who was said that he could write documents with both hands. Either it was when photocopy machines were not invented or the president had a split personality that his left hand did not' know what his right hand wrote. I say this with audacity as I have tried this many times and have failed. This multiple thing is not in my wish list. I would have think many times which hand I signed a check last time so that the new checks would not be rejected. Have this happened to you? How...

I am in the next few blogs going to write on the topic " The joy of living ". The wonderful experience of having life. Really an odd topic and I would mention this heading on all the blogs that relate to this as "Joy of living" . So this is Joy of living - Part 1: Two weddings and a funeral The title is similar to a holly-wood movie, but this is just a title and has nothing to do with the movie- honestly. OK, since you do not believe, let me give the very well known disclaimer - "All characters in this are original and do not in any manner represent any work of art or is intended to do so. If any similarity is seen, I declare it as mere coincidence." Happy? So let us begin. Let me ask you a question. Are you really happy today? Donot worry, the blog will make you cry. F or the rest of you who do not nitpick, welcome once again. There were two weddings and a funeral this week, and all of them reminded me that I should be glad for the life that I...

One of my friends recently asked me what is so great about the Good Friday. I was stumped and dumbstruck, but later i was able to tell this to him. Take a rope and tie around your hands. Then try to work. Try to do the things that you eve enjoy doing. You would find your self crippled to do the task. Like in the picture, we are stuck, hands tied, incapable of our own escape. Stuck in the rut. But imagine if on a day some one who you donot know comes and removes the ropes, and sets you free. Wont that day be good! Will you not celebrate this day? Yes you would, you would fill your self with everything you like. This is what was done 2000+ years ago on a day, take friday for instance, and won't you celebrate this day for ever if you were tied hands and legs and about to be drowned in a pool filled with crocks. This is good Friday people. A celebration, a great party, a time to think how good God is and how great is the life he gave to you and me. This is salvation and redemption...

Photographer Life is not always a smooth ride and i know that anyone above one years old would agree with me. you have the bruises on your knees at one year and the bruises on your heart when you are sixteen all because you moved so fast. You know what i mean... but then we stop to move at all! You are familiar of the saying curiosity killed the cat, i disagree, i say the hot water killed it, and the cat was stupid. Once we been hurt, like the saying, once bitten, twice shy, we kill our dreams and fail to move as if we have developed a great surface tension not to move at all. This , people is where we fail. We fail to succeed in life. We tend to go with the flow. This my loved ones is called Drifting For those who play NASCAR and know what a drift is, this is not the drift im talking about....those who don't know look at the tree floating in the picture. Some may call it relaxed life, some may differ. But over here i am with the latter. Drift wood only gets spoiled. ...

Remember the words of uncle ben when he died?..... "With Great Power Comes Great Resposibility" We just love the power, the power to express, the power to control, the power to change, to power to distroy.... etc, how callous of us to forget  the next part of the saying, " Greater Responsibility!" We are so careful that we do everything and look for more power to do more, hbut very carelessly forget the fact that i still have all the other resposibilities that i had before. For example, lets think of a child of five years, he is resposible enough not to pee in his pants, and when he grows older to six, he is resposible not to hurt his sibiling, but does this mean he can start to pee in his pants? Then why do we assume that our gains means to relax and forget about life of where we came out from? Being Responsible: Every one knows that they can be responsible.To some it means "i can rule the world!". Yes, we do understand that you have been pushed in...

Finished uploading all the songs, installing open suse linux  ( but no mp3/ mp4 audio or video, must suffer for dowloading a lot of non free stuff :( ) and stealing pictures from other blogs. The latest blog is five or six songs below... fish it oh you fishers of men!! :) ...till next time Su!

Everyday the morning sun tells me Every night the stars just keep whispering I never thought it was so real But now I do, cause I feel so secure Not me, not anyone else Had tried to take the first step for me It was You who rend the blue skies Scooped me up and told me that you loved me You are the most highest You are the most faithful friend I have You have pulled me from the deepest And cleansed me and kissed me with your love Not me, not anyone else Had tried to take the first step for me It was You who rend the blue skies Scooped me up and told me that you loved me That you loved me God, That you loved me That you cared for me That you looked at me That you loved me That you love me now About this song: Psalms 19 (The Message) God's glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren't heard,their voices aren't recorded,But their silence fills ...