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Yesterday was quite productive. Atleast according to me..

In an attempt to put the pieces of my life together.. I decided it was time to brush off the dust and actually switch on my keyboard. Most of you know *and never let me forget* that my keyboard spent the whole of the last two years as a decorative article in my room. Yesterday, I felt like I had to do something. I went online… looked around for chords, even asked Gaston for some. He, btw, seems to think its very funny that I actually want to start learning again. He couldnt stop laughing when I asked him to teach me! We both started learning together 2 years ago.. and today he plays every sunday.. and I … dont.

Anyway, almost everyone who saw me or heard me practice kept asking why.. What do you mean Why?! I spent money for it.. I have to use it sometime in life na… I cant waste my “talent”..some people I tell you! oof!

I finally joined the classes for IELTS exam.. I know it seems completely unnecessary to waste money on something like that.. It is after all just English exam.. But Momt thinks I wont study unless im pushed all the time. *grr* I hate it when she’s always right..
Its not all that bad actually. i’ll probably give my exam in a month or so.

I was up late last night reading ‘Te Kite Runner’.. From whatever I’ve read til now.. it seems like a great book.. The only reason I put it down was becasue I needed atleast three hours of sleep before I  got to college!

I’m also reading “Battlefield of the Mind- For teens” by Joyce Meyer. This is a fabulous book.. Yes, Im not a teen any more.. I keep forgetting how old I am.. thanks to oscar..
but, the book is really good. Its given me a lot to think about. What I feed into my mind. What I choose to think about. Have you  noticed it doesnt take much effort to think negative thoughts or doubt or worry..But it takes effort to think thoughts that are full of faith. Think about what you think.

I’m really excited coz’ Beni’s finally coming to India.. Mumbai to be specific.. for one whole year!! im so happy.. I finally get to meet her! I’ve heard sooooo much about her from Eben that I just have to meet her! 😀

More good news-Aridhi’s back!!! Aridhi/R-E-D is back with a new blog.. her third one i think.. and I’m so glad coz’ I’ve really missed having her around. I wish I could go to Delhi and meet her.. That will have to go down on my list of places to visit… this list is getting longer by the day.. but til then, I’m happy visiting her blog!

There you have it..another exciting day in my life!


First off, I want to say a big, christine style *with all the yelling and hugging* ‘Thankyou’ to all of you who commented on the earlier post. I was so upset at that time that I forgot to close comments.. but now Im glad I didnt.

I made a couple of decisions..
1. I want to forgive him. This is going to be hard for me. Really really hard. But God has helped me through bigger problems.. just another learning experience. But i’m still staying away from him. Four years is a long time. I’m not putting myself through this again

2. I am going to make sure that I never put myself in this position where someone has so much say over my life.. someone who doesnt really deserve it, who isnt capapble or worthy of it. *thankyou Sharla*

3. I have realised that your Tongue has immense power. You can make someone or break them completely. I choose to bless with my tongue. I’m not going to judge anymore. Whoever you are, whatever you’ve done.. I’ll love you the way God loves me.

4. Usually whenever people look at you, most of them cannot seem to look beyond your flaws… but its ok. Thats their problem.
There are a few who can see the real you amidst all the dirt.. Sometimes you dont even have to meet them to see it. *thankyou Beni*
There are those who’ve seen your “super holy side” and your “sinful side” and still love you the same *love you too Sheils*
And most importantly, when everyone else is looking down on you.. God still thinks the world of you! I love his heart and I love the way he loves me. I couldnt ask for anything more.

Broken but alive,

I dont have much to say.. Coz I dont really know what i am going thru at present.
Yesterday, I had a long conversation with Eben *im pretty surprised he’s still talking to me* and all I kept saying was that “All men are evil”. I’m just so tired of being taken advantage of. I cant take it anymore. I refuse to be a doormat to any man nor let any guy take me on the emotional rollercoaster ride of my life. I also told Eb that I would never marry and that I wouldnt attend his wedding because it went against my *new* principle of staying single all my life. The good brother that he is, He asked me to pray. I dont think he knew what else to say. So yeah, Thats my current state of mind. I’m not making a single new male friend because I’m tired of it. I have too many guy friends as it is according to some people. I dont want any more Female friends either coz’ the ones I have now are quite a handful and I do not want to go thru the whole procedure of being someone else just so that the new person would like me. This is me.I’m not always nice. I struggle with the most basic things. I’m silly, I act immature most of the time and I can get really judgemental. If I ignore you outside its probably coz’ Im judging you.. Everything that you are.. from the way you speak to the clothes you wear.Im checking to see whether you measure up to my standards.

This is getting too depressing so ill leave you all with something better to think about. I found 2 great posts on my morning walk thru the blogs- Beni and Red both have something important to say. These posts have really given me something to think about and I’m sure you’ll agree with me.

I’m off. Hopefully I’ll be in a better mood when i get back.
I’m also quite feverish and maybe thats why I have these crazy thoughts running thru my head.


Im having fun over at RED’s blog! Check out her fun Story-making game


 never mind!

Getting organized

I am so excited right now! I feel like im finally getting things in order.. My life had gotten too disorganized! I finally got myself a planner.. I have charted in elaborate detail how the whole of today is *supposed* to go.. I am also making a list of all the food I eat. If I can see what I’m eating then it will get easier to start eating right! Another thing I noticed was that I was spending money unnecessarily.. So, I’ve decided to note down the amount of money I spend daily and to start saving up..
So far.. Its going great.. I know its only been 3 hours but hey.. thats good too isnt it??

Its great to see that Diana’s back.. Or should I say the new and improved Diana.. She got herself a new blog and im looking forward to hearing.. um.. reading her take on life!
p.s- She is one of my favorite bloggers too..

Now that I’m done boasting and advertising 🙂 .. Ill be off!

Go spread some of that Contagious Joy.. What else you going to do with it??


My professor has started blogging! I love the way she writes..
Check her blog out!
Among my links there are a few that I check daily.. I think what really speaks to me in a blog is simplicity. I get lost among big words and long posts. I would rather read a small paragraph on what happened in your life yesterday!!
Among my favorite bloggers is Benita. She’s Eben’s cousin.. I’ve been reading her blog for over a year and she really inspired me to start my own blog.(She didnt even know until recently) I love her style. I love her simplicity and I love the heart that she has for God!

I started my weight loss program today with the help of my cousin! Had a nice time but my body aches all over!!

Oscar and Paras are back! I missed them so much! Cant wait to see them on Sunday!

I miss College!!

The Rag Man

found this on Jason’s blog.. really good story

I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for. Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.
    Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our City. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: “Rags!” Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music.    “Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!”

    “Now, this is a wonder,” I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find no better job than this, to be a ragman in the inner city?

    I followed him. My curiosity drove me. And I wasn’t disappointed.

    Soon the Ragman saw a woman sitting on her back porch. She was sobbing into a handkerchief, sighing, and shedding a thousand tears. Her knees and elbows made a sad X. Her shoulders shook. Her heart was breaking. The Ragman stopped his cart. Quietly, he walked to the woman, stepping round tin cans, dead toys, and Pampers.

    “Give me your rag,” he said so gently, “and I’ll give you another.”

    He slipped the handkerchief from her eyes. She looked up, and he laid across her palm a linen cloth so clean and new that it shined. She blinked from the gift to the giver.

    Then, as he began to pull his cart again, the Ragman did a strange thing: he put her stained handkerchief to his own face; and then HE began to weep, to sob as grievously as she had done, his shoulders shaking. Yet she was left without a tear.

    “This IS a wonder,” I breathed to myself, and I followed the sobbing Ragman like a child who cannot turn away from mystery.

    “Rags! Rags! New rags for old!”

    In a little while, when the sky showed grey behind the rooftops and I could see the shredded curtains hanging out black windows, the Ragman came upon a girl whose head was wrapped in a bandage, whose eyes were empty. Blood soaked her bandage. A single line of blood ran down her cheek.

    Now the tall Ragman looked upon this child with pity, and he drew a lovely yellow bonnet from his cart.

    “Give me your rag,” he said, tracing his own line on her cheek, “and I’ll give you mine.”

    The child could only gaze at him while he loosened the bandage, removed it, and tied it to his own head. The bonnet he set on hers. And I gasped at what I saw: for with the bandage went the wound! Against his brow it ran a darker, more substantial blood – his own!

    “Rags! Rags! I take old rags!” cried the sobbing, bleeding, strong, intelligent Ragman.

    The sun hurt both the sky, now, and my eyes; the Ragman seemed more and more to hurry.

    “Are you going to work?” he asked a man who leaned against a telephone pole. The man shook his head.

    The Ragman pressed him: “Do you have a job?”

    “Are you crazy?” sneered the other. He pulled away from the pole, revealing the right sleeve of his jacket – flat, the cuff stuffed into the pocket. He had no arm.

    “So,” said the Ragman. “Give me your jacket, and I’ll give you mine.”

    Such quiet authority in his voice!

    The one-armed man took off his jacket. So did the Ragman – and I trembled at what I saw: for the Ragman’s arm stayed in its sleeve, and when the other put it on he had two good arms, thick as tree limbs; but the Ragman had only one.

    “Go to work,” he said.

    After that he found a drunk, lying unconscious beneath an army blanket, and old man, hunched, wizened, and sick. He took that blanket and wrapped it round himself, but for the drunk he left new clothes.

    And now I had to run to keep up with the Ragman. Though he was weaping uncontrollably, and bleeding freely at the forehead, pulling his cart with one arm, stumbling for drunkenness, falling again and again, exhausted, old, old, and sick, yet he went with terrible speed. On spider’s legs he skittered through the alleys of the City, this mile and the next, until he came to its limits, and then he rushed beyond.

    I wept to see the change in this man. I hurt to see his sorrow. And yet I needed to see where he was going in such haste, perhaps to know what drove him so.

    The little old Ragman – he came to a landfill. He came to the garbage pits. And then I wanted to help him in what he did, but I hung back, hiding. He climbed a hill. With tormented labor he cleared a little space on that hill. Then he sighed. He lay down. He pillowed his head on a handkerchief and a jacket. He covered his bones with an army blanket. And he died.

    Oh, how I cried to witness that death! I slumped in a junked car and wailed and mourned as one who has no hope – because I had come to love the Ragman. Every other face had faded in the wonder of this man, and I cherished him; but he died. I sobbed myself to sleep.

    I did not know – how could I know? – that I slept through Friday night and Saturday and its night, too.

    But then, on Sunday morning, I was wakened by a violence.

    Light – pure, hard, demanding light – slammed against my sour face, and I blinked, and I looked, and I saw the last and the first wonder of all. There was the Ragman, folding the blanket most carefully, a scar on his forehead, but alive! And, besides that, healthy! There was no sign of sorrow nor of age, and all the rags that he had gathered shined for cleanliness.

    Well, then I lowered my head and trembling for all that I had seen, I myself walked up to the Ragman. I told him my name with shame, for I was a sorry figure next to him. Then I took off all my clothes in that place, and I said to him with dear yearning in my voice: “Dress me.”

    He dressed me. My Lord, he put new rags on me, and I am a wonder beside him. The Ragman, the Ragman, the Christ!

by Walter Wangerin, Jr
from ChrisP’s Inspirational Stories