Count Your blessings

Today may not be the best day for me to write about thanksgiving, because today is one of those (many) days that I got up out of the wrong side of the bed. Nothing has been going right with me all day, and there is so much of other important things I should be doing right now. But the reason why I'm sitting in front of the screen, trying to put my thoughts on thanksgiving on the screen is simply because of the fact that I've encountered another writer's block.

But, No matter what block we may face, or what looming problem we may be staring at, or how depressed we may be, we always will have a reason to thank our God Almighty. Surprisingly, every time we feel so depressed or so frustrated with life that we feel like making a hole in a wall, Counting our blessings and thanking God for them serves as a really good stress buster/anti-depressant/tension reliever.

Oh, but of course, we all know how difficult it is to be grateful to a God, who apparantly got us into this trouble in the first place? It is impossible for us mere mortals to thank Him for His never-ending love and mercy, It isn't in our nature to do so. But, in spite of the overwhelming tension, take time to 'Count Your Blessings' and ' Name them one by one', 'it will surprise you what the Lord has done.'

Speaking out of personal experience, I realized how frustrating it is to keep complaining about the unforgivably slow life I lead in this God-forsaken University far away from the rest of the 'happening' world. I also realized how moody and selfish I became after a few days. Looking this sad countenance in the mirror didn't help things, but made things worse. I became edgy, sarcastic and started hurting people around me with harsh words, until I met a few really grateful people.

For those of you who've been through this before will be completely agree with me about how torturous it is to suddenly bump into a person who's had worse day than you did, and yet praises God with all his/her might for the great day he/she had. The worst part is, no matter how great your day was, these grateful people will always display a happier face than yours. I felt terrible about myself, and I wondered how I could be such a jerk. I immediately fell to my knees and begged Him for forgiveness and thanked Him for all that He had done for me.

Right after that, all my burdens were lifted (atleast from my heart, cause I still had deal with the mundane problems of life after that) and I was able to once again walk the pilgrims path with renewed lightness.

It's a girl! ABORT HER! It's a boy! hmm...

http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?NewsID=1058541

Check out that link.. It's too funny! Especially on the pathetic state this world is coming to! and it doesn't exactly put a better picture of North India than I already have! (Trackback to the previous blog on altruism., ) But still, we've got to thank those doctors for all the hard work they're doing trying to get a balance in the male-female ratio! but they're getting their paycheck anyway, so why bother?

And besides, what is this world coming to? If every man tries to get more than his share of the meat laid out for all using means practically unnecessary, what will we see at the end? Nothing for nobody! and yet again.. hmm...

anyways, i've been staring at this screen for the past 15 minutes, and I haven't been able to say anything funny or witty or even sarcy about this newsbit... hmm... I guess I'm driven beyond depression!

Bam Bam Boom!! There you go JNU

That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I’m going JNU bashing again! And again, I’m doing it in JNU’s very own computer center, from where I get free internet! Yes, you got that right, I do have a mania of biting the hand that feeds me. But again, freedom of speech is what it’s all about, right? But of course, it’s not about the wonderfully snail-paced bureaucracy, but the wonderfully animated (That’s the kindest word I could find) Student’s voting body.

Last night, after a beer drinking session, (of course, consumed sprite only) we were called to vote for the student leaders in the JNU SSS elections. The School of Social Sciences… Hmm… When I first came to JNU, I expected the people of SSS to be friendly, happy-go-lucky, yet dignified research scholars. I thought that they were all ideologists who respect others feelings and perspectives, and allow for these elections to go off as smoothly and as nicely as possible.

But no!! All that these guys (and girls) were intent on doing was to vindictively oppose every word the people from the other party said. Even when they were selecting the election committee, someone or the other was protesting against the selection because they were either a part of a certain party, or were having weird ideologies, or did not have his bath everyday. So, the poor people at the selection committee were making new names, and in the end. One of the people in the final election committee list was getting drunk with friends! Yes readers, this is what I call politics!

Oh! And I forgot to tell about how pathetic my journalism instincts are! As a wannabe freelance journalist, I’m supposed to carry a camera 24x7, right? But no, I couldn’t capture a great fist-fight that I could’ve caught on camera and attached along with this post… Hmm… I really need to learn the art, huh?

And again guys, please, if you have any information about how a first-timer freelance journo is supposed to go about things, do drop in a comment, and as always, I shall be eternally grateful!

The floating leaf

All of us have faced, sometime in our lives, the following question: 'Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?' Grr... When my grandad asked me that question, I did not have any idea on how to answer him. He called me a fool and a person with no aim in life. Mommy got a lot of reprimanding because she apparantly didn't 'raise me properly'. Hmm..

There was a time when I decided what i'll become. But every year, the ambition changed. At first, I wanted to be a missionary. Then I wanted to become a pilot, after which i wanted to become an astronaut, after which i wanted to become an astrophysicist, after which I wanted to be a psychologist, after that, i wanted to go into the media.

Right now, i'm doing my Masters in Sociology. I don't know what i'll end up as after I finish my 2 years of MA. And i don't really care.. God's in control...

And as usual, I'm the only one who 'doesn't really care'. Dad, mom, granparents, and the whole battalion of uncles and aunts are worried about what i'll be doing after I finish my Masters. The more money I make, and the bigger the house I have, the more i am worshipped. If i end up as a missionary, or a poor social-worker, i'm the butt of all malicious gossip.

But, (as usual) I don't care! If God wants me to be a not-so-rich guy, I'm ready to 'walk the line'. So, i've committed my future before God, and thus, I have no reservations of my own!! Right now, I'll give my all to the things He's called me to do.. Like study, take care of the cell group, and singing in the choir. I'm also learning a lot...