The god's advocate..

I will be frank enough to say that my last post was a disappointment. It created confusions in my family, as my dad n sister was arguing whether Lissy was old enough to have a son at this age or not.(Coz, there really exist a character under that name... lol)
Half of the story sounded realistic, while the other half was...mm... u know what i meant. I remember a few of my friends reminding me that my imagination "SUCKSS!!.."
I shouldn't have ignored the "Herculian" fact, but still, i feel that this place is meant for jotting down things which kept my mind busy thinking to share with you.
Many of my friends ask about the nature of my blog, for the stories don't have a proper beginning, and endings, but just a flow of thoughts. After thinking and mumbling for a while, i say to them that "it is about my life", "my experiences", "its like my diary", etc...
I read a book named "The Old man and his god" by Sudha Murthy, which was a collection of her experiences as a social worker during her tenure in Infosys.
Much later after this book, and a few days ago, i got in touch with "Like the flowing river" by Paulo Coelho. I would describe this as the second book that influenced my life; the first one was "Ignited minds" by APJ.
The answers to "Why" and "How" will be dealt later, may be in some other posts. The book was captioned "thoughts and reflections". It was at this moment of time i realized that my blog meant the same.
May be because i inculcated the habit of reading very late, i was too late to come up with this expression to describe my blog. Anyway, as nothing is perfect, lets make it better. I thank everyone who always manage to skim through these pages.
I don't know how does it help in your life, but seeing your footprints in these pages makes me extremely happy.

Let me begin and end with a small passage i went through the book i mentioned above. There lived a man who was very God fearing and pious. He never missed his prayers, and was never late. One day, he was about to be late for his prayers.
He was unaware of the fact that he was being late for his prayers. Then came Lucipher, the king of saitan. He reminded him that he was late for his prayers and asked not to waste his time. The man did as Lucipher said, but was in deep doubt about the deed of saitan.
Lucipher waited till he finished his prayer. After his prayer, the man asked why was Saitan insisting him to pray, for he had learned from his childhood that saitan was the one who disturbed people who prayed, and let them away from god.
Lucipher begins to tell him that he loved God, and that he was a faithful servant to him, i want God to be on earth, so on and so forth. The series of arguments are very interesting, i don't remember them exactly, and i do not possess a copy, for i passed it to another close friend, as the writer of that book believes that a books journey is incomplete without traveling from one person to another.
One of the many reasons why i love Paulo Coelho. Now when it was about to be dawn, Lucipher agrees that he was lying, but he came there to make him pray in correct time. The man asked him why. Lucipher said " If i let you miss your prayer, you would have been in deep pain.
You would beg pardon to God, and pray with great pain asking forgiveness. Your prayer would be too intense to grant you mercy, and fetch you more and more blessings from God" and vanishes. The man repented for his foolish behavior, and begged for forgiveness to God. The story ends here, with a few more final strokes from his pen.

It was getting late for bed. I switched off the bunk light, and switched on my pocket torch. I pulled the drawer of my shelf to keep the book. I noticed my diary "Swetha" occupying a large area (imagine the size of my drawer).
The earphones and charger was entangled to create a mess inside it. I pulled it out to belay them. A chain of beads came along with it. With great pain i realized that it was my rosary. It had been lying there untouched for about a month.
I used to pray when i had hard times, when i had troubles, but forgot God in my good times. I went out, and occupied a corner, and started mt prayer. I begged pardon to God, but my prayers were not so intense that it would compensate for the days i missed out, and i was feeling too much guilty that i couldn't pray like before.
For a moment i thought "Its not devil who want God to be on earth, but its God who want devil on earth, so that he could remind people like me that God exists, and i do need to pray to God, because that prayer may be meant for a paining soul, or a weeping heart."....