I Hate Saturday

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Every Saturday. I just hate them. I can't recall the last time I was happy on a Saturday. Some of the worst things in my life have happened on a Saturday. Hell, I was born on a Saturday! Can't get worse than that!

I like the Indian name for Saturday - Shani Var. I think it is much the same in any Indian language. The day that the Shani God rules. I am not a great believer in some four-armed being ruling the roost from a cozy perch up in the skies - but hey, I think I ought to believe in Shani! Wikipedia says this about Shani:

Shani gives us the results of one's deeds through one's life through appropriate punishments and rewards.

Now see! Isn't that revealing. I think Saturdays are my punishments day! No rewards. No sir! Isn't it apt then that after months of careful driving, I allow myself to become a nervous wreck because my Dad decides to be the 2nd driver in the passenger seat, and then, while turning left I am so blind that I cannot see the sign marker there, and graze the left passenger door. Ugly scratches on black. I can cry. And I did cry. Saturdays. Remove them from the calendar.

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Wonders of Thoughts

Saturday, November 13, 2010

There are times you go wondering if you what you meet is what you want, or what you want is what you meet. I am not sure what I mean by that myself. But I have noticed that the people I have met in the past few years have corresponded exactly with what I thought they would be. Was it my thoughts that produced such encounters? I read in this book that a thought is the picture that life takes. I liked that line. I kind of feel like I am a celebrity on camera all the time with life being the paparazzi. So may be I think it is my thoughts that led me to the path of thoughtless people.  I was completely deceived by the last such person I can honestly say I despise - this person was more of an angel's darling who no one will ever suspect of having the coldest heart.

But over the past few days, I have met some wonderful people. Those who make your heart come alive. Those you sing the song of life with you. Those who you can laugh with. Those you can trust. Those who have the grace to humbly seek your forgiveness if they think they have hurt you. Those who are just above everything, wonderful people.

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