God and Religion

Sometimes I cant just help but thank God for the life he gives us........

Am I religious, yes sure I am. I believe in God, I call him by various names that my parents have taught me....whether its Krishna, Ram, Vishnu or Shiva....... I call everyone and I talk to them and tell them my problems.
My friends may talk to Jesus and some call Allah. But in the end, they believe in GOD. A supernatural force that is setting up everything around us. Its like the movie Matrix where they say everything is a program. The action that you take now can work for or against you later. its all an "If" clause.
But why am i thinking about this today. well for the last few weeks I have been hearing a lot of news from my surroundings about some unlucky people. Good people....but unlucky people. And probably at this point of time I thank God for being good to us.
Some say its all written, and maybe it is. But how can we prove all this.

Life takes us through a lot of experience and maybe in one of the posts i said, i believe that i got a lot from my parents and then from my school. I must say, I got a lot from God too. and thats a lot of luck.......
Religion, i wish would used more as a tool to focus our goods rather than create the bad vibes. Today people when they hear a name, they first think about what religion he is. I always thought that this in more of an Indian mentality. but i was suprised recently when a customer from a different nationality asked me what religion i follow. he for some reason thought i followed a different one before he met me and with the thread around my wrist was a bit confused. I asked him if it mattered and he smiled.
but it possibly made me think, how educated you are, its not necessary you are knowledgeable.
the difference between GOD and religion i feel is just the same................ an educated person treats God as religion, and a wise man treats God as a power......a Universal Power.

This message is dedicated to him...... the one who is ruling above us..... THE ONE WHO MAKES US LOVE AND MAKES US FIGHT....

i wonder who created HIM???

What am I doing?

Many a times in our lives we come across situations when we ask ourselves a million times 'What am I doing?'. Last nite I was in a similar situation when I was asked to speak infront of an audience without any preparation. Well it was thanks to my friend George who ditched us at the last moment courtesy cold feet.I had the most beautiful chance to embarass myself and had to be really good to win the audience. So I asked them aloud 'what am I doing' here.

I told them that this is the story of my life, I would do things which according to someone else was Dumb, but hey I am good at doing Dumb things.

Years ago it was the eve of my marriage and a few friends and cousins of mine had joined to share the last few hours of bachelorhood. One discussion lead to another and soon the discussion was about marriage has changed their life 180deg. Why on the eve of my marriage, I asked and a cousin replied....... Don't worry u'll get used to it. And I thot to myself..... What am I doing?
A few more years back, I had for some reason been part of politics in college and I had filled out my nomination as a proxy for someone else. Knowing nothing about the art of talking I still put my name as I knew I had to withdraw on the last day. But my friend whose proxy I was, ditched me. And there I was standing as a candidate in front of people whom I am supposed to lure in my favour. Well I lost........decently. But b4 that I asked myself several times 'What am I doing?'
Last year during the outbreak of ression I was calling my friend to tell him I was going for my wife's delivery and he asked me....... Why now? Its recession. Strange question. How would I know that 9 months ago on that wonderful night we had? Hey, but with the market crumbling around me and people losing jobs I asked myself..... 'What am I doing?'.

But hey here I am today happy and contented ....... U know why? Because I took all these challenges in a casual way. I was doing my job and not expecting a 100/100.
Sometimes its better not to ask urself so many questions...... Just do it.
Today I am sure I would do more, and may be embarass myself .......
But yes my heart wants MORE..... Yeh dil MAAnGe More

chapter 1 : the beginning as a Kazak

Perhaps the wish to be different or the feeling of Dil Maange More was instilled right from the school days. Kazaks, as we were known, are students of Sainik school Kazhakootam.
What that school instills in u is nothing compared to what any other school could do. Right from the 6tth standard all we had heard were words that none of my friends outside had ever heard.

Starting from those dorms to the mess that served sambar and rice to the matron who taught us how to wash our clothes to the captain who taught us to behave ourselves. Everything about that school was different. I don't know how it is today, but for sure it would still be different. If u wanna have an overall development and if ur life wants more than what u think u can get, be a Kazak. Such is the influence the school has on us..... +
On me.
I know my mom still regrets that she sent me to that school, but if I am something today; its bcoz of that school. That's the school that taught me Normal is Boring. Be different, coz ur Dil Maange More.
There it all started...... The feeling to b different from normal. The feeling to b a leader, the feeling to try and fail than never try at all.

What I am today....in whatever shape I am today.... Apart from my parents if there is someone I salute then its my school....Sainik school.
My beginning as a Kazak.

And still yeh Dil Maange More.

need to start

Dil Mange More....... its not just catch phrase....
its the feel that every heart wants...... every mind wants...
today i got a cue from my close friend Nithin to start blogging... may be its time to use the internet a lil bit more... get more creative.....
Moving away from the normal send/recieve pattern..... Let me try to do something different. not that no one else has done it..... they have.... but hey i am yet to feel how it feels to be blogging and having someone read it and comment.....

yeh dil maange more.... is a term that dates back to the days in college when you could be carefree and think a lot less and still be creative. today with some grey hair (some???) and a lot of responsibility.... life has become less creative.
At no point has it been less challenging.....when in college it was about the need to start passing those exams.... today its still needind to pass the expectations of others.....
you know what..... we have always been trying to compare ourselves to yard sticks set by others.....
Need to start....having a different yard stick......in life.... set by us.... and not by others...
easy to say and difficult to do....

but hey.... dil Mange more.... and lets see how much can we deliver to the wishes of our Dil.....