Red neck on strike

There is a time in Deathly Hallows when Ron is poised over Riddle’s locket ready to stab the sword into it and the locket grows into harry and hermione and tempts him with darkness. everyone can relate to the temptation. everyone has felt insecurity in the same form at some point or another. When ron turns at harry for a split second reflecting the red in the eye of riddle, it all boils down.
when you are in the very crux of the temptation you will begin to want to think dark thoughts over the good beacuse the very nature of darkness is to seduce. It is more satisfying to believe the bad in people than the good. This is a terrible bit of time when you are sorely tempted and you have to gather your will, your strength your soul and your mind, to negate the darkness and embrace the light. it may not happen right then and you may feel hopeless, depressed and weak for a time, but later light will flood through. and things will be just fine... and God works in gentle ways. He does :)

updated the dairy. it's always a matter of great satisfaction. why can't i type in something deep and heavy like the younger-than-me philosophers that abound within these walls. to each his own, it's true, and it's never wise to mess with high-brow stuff when you are less.

the below entry is to be disregarded. (could have just kaboomed it off detox with no returns, but am soppily fond of inspiration even if it's pure imagination, euphemism for 'pack of lies'.)
ok, my granma saw my blog and has taken irrevocable exception to what she calls a gross misrepresentation of character. i shall therefore attempt to pacify my aged and esteemed relative before she puts my working joints out of order! here is a small incident that occured two years ago that may help soften the hitherto harsh and uncomplementary picture that has been inadvertantly portrayed of her.(sorry gran!)
every year on all souls day we go down to the cemetry to clean the grave and pray over the departed. last year granny, my mother and me decided to make the trip in the evening after everybody had

havn't written in my diary for more than a week. it's more than just laziness thats keeping me away. i'm too busy living life to spend time recording it at the moment. and then there are the dumb parties to attend by the side. what with yawning in the faces of my hosts and trying to appear interested in small talk, there's no time for introspection or rest.
try not to get preoccupied with myself so much, as it leads to migraines. my dreams are getting more and more complicated, because of the many peope I come across everyday. so i'm attending the christening of very dark people's babies, and watching mama's cotton sari, that has brown embroidery, from under the bed, where i sit reading a book about snow white and wolves, and peacocks, while i sleep and talking to md's of new techno ventures and divising excuses for not going to the express on sunday, while i wake.

cant get a grip somehow.

Then sings my soul. my savior lord to thee. how great thou art how great thou art.
then sings my soul my saviour lord to thee how great thou art
how great thou art.
it's really true. you only have to knock to get a door opened.
this morning, found to my dismay that the edited articles for todays class had been foolishly left behind at home. felt more than a little frustrated. especially since i had worked hard on them.
so spend a few moments fretting and then went on to do time filling things on the net, while i waited for sindu or ramya to show themselves.(to go to the university for the IP) gradually my eyes fell on some papers that had been lying beside my computer since i came. saw to my delight they were the schedule of the convocation cycle, i had wanted, and even before i had turned the page knew what was beneath. yes the articles that were left behind at home. i only have to edit them now. God gives to those who appreciate from those who dont. (must remember that when i'm being rude to dada or ungrateful to mama.)
and its more than mere coincidence. every improbability sets my security notch in God's mercy up one more level.
because i dont usually sit on this computer. and i dont usually look at paper lying about.

witnessed history today. the first ever passing out parade commanded by a woman (which was attended by the military attache of Pakistan.)
the lady was good. her tone of command impeccable and bearing, ramrod straight and spelling of the most ludicrous 'induced' inspiration.

reshmi narayan will henceforth be remembered as the best among soldiers in the most combative of fields.
surrounded by the well pressed, gloriously decorated, plumy uniforms and the ocassional hurrumph of Julius, the adjutants horse; my heart soared... yes soared. this country is very great after all. out of the frustrating injustice, the all pervading corruption and the general anarchy, can come such a complete triumph of spirit.
apart from the lady, the pakistani attache was a matter of great interest. what exactly is the army doing, being kind to the enemy?
half expected to hear rashmi calling "paraaaaaaade, take aim, FIRE," as the marching columns passed by the VIP enclosure.
between us, the Pakistani is supposed to be a very good sort. he remarked at the previous night P.O.P dinner,"i'm so glad they finally let me out of Delhi"
pork sausages, women on top and friendly Pakistanis; thank goodness for the Indian army...

indifference i can take, even ignore; but ill-will wilts my spirit.

People don’t realise the value of sensitivity. It can be the difference between a successful or a failed interaction. At the very least it’s just a question of politeness. At the very most, it’s a question of politeness in the face of rudeness. The corresponding rewards are tremendous. It's suprising how much difference even small considerations to another person can make. And life is so much better when there is less spite all around.

every breath i take is the mercy of God.