Braveheart

An old lady came home today. I was wary at first and didn't open the door. My precautionary habits are strong and when I go against them, warnings bells go ting-tong.

In the most simple of words, she said -

"I am visiting neighbours so I can share my faith with them because I like to"

Warning bells, of course, went off, but I relaxed because Mom was home. Also, the lady deserved respect and a patient ear for venturing out with something so brave. She told me about who her God was and how since the times are so bad, we all need to hold on to our faith. I admired her for her courage to go home to home with a smiling face and kindest words. She shared her faith and in the end showed me a magazine their organization rolls out, which we might be interested in reading.

I wasn't particularly interested in reading the magazine. But I still offered to have a look. I am still not interested to read that magazine and I told her I can catch her magazine online.

But there was one question in that magazine that stumped me. "Why are youngsters afraid of sharing their faith?" Her question was more on religious lines, however, I thought it was a very good question. The question not being "I am a hindu, what are you?" rather " I believe God does not play dice".

Why are we hesitant about sharing these thoughts? And the answer that struck me right about now was disappointing. Most of us are not mature enough to understand and respect someone's faith. Something in our upbringings always warrant a comparison or rather an awkwardness. Is it because our faith is weak?

I made a vow. I will share my faith with people without hesitation and without imposing it on anyone.

My faith is not -" I am a Hindu"

It is:

"God is the symbol of a perfect human being - with the courage to conquer fear, with the heart to use power to bring about good changes, with no sense of gender bias, with the courage to be just and fair even in the face of prejudice, with a self image of being all worthy and deserving, with the most loving, kind and unafraid heart, respect for every person's views and beliefs…

I don't believe in an idol. Why do I need an idol when everything I believe God to be, is within me and is what I have known from a very long time as my soul. The purpose of life is not to find someone else to love but it is to find the love for my own soul and to try each day to be what it truly is."

I Yam Back

And because I had nothing better to do than write and read, I wrote and read and the outcome is this

http://keralarambles.blogspot.com/

Do comment! :)

Adios Amigos! Where are the flamingoes!

All you beautiful and lovely people!!

I'm off to Kerala for a week. No internet connection there, so catch up with you after a week.

I know you guys don't miss me too much either ways :(

:D

Have fun !! :D

P.S. Yes, this post has nothing to do with Flamingoes. It just rhymes with Amigos!

:D

Midnight Comedy

I meet so many people who refuse to move on. It's funny how people adjust to changing seasons every year and even expect it, fully knowing it will, and yet one change in life is so difficult to get used to? How can we forget we will get used to what has happened, no matter how painful?

Just a thought that seemed funny right about now because I have been getting to know people who refuse to move on.