A Prayer to Cure Doubt

"Why should I feel discouraged?

Why should the shadows fall?

Why should my heart feel lonely

and long for heaven and home?

When Jesus is my portion

A constant friend is he.

His eye is on the sparrow

And I know he watches me.

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free.

His eye is on the sparrow

And I know he watches me."

-- African-American Spiritual

A million people are going to tell you that you can't do it. Your mom, your dad, your boyfriend. The question is, are you what you are? Are you ready to accept who you are? Are you ready to be who you are, whether the world is right, wrong, or stupid?

Achtung, Baby!

Friends, Bangaloreans, countrymen!

Lend me your ears, for I have something important to say to you.

It goes thus:

My friend Rat and I, along with some other friends of mine, have decided to do what's fun for us these hols! We're going to make a myriad (I love that word) of artsy items (to be specific, necklaces, paperweights, bandanas, rings, chocolate - I know that's not artsy, that's yummy - and more!!), and then sell the whole lot. We're going to use the profits to sponsor a child's education. Mostly we'll be tying up with an organization to make sure the money is actually used well, like S.O.S Childrens' Home or Empower Education, or maye even the Rotary Club of Bangalore (hey Rat, wanna consider that?) We're collecting the funds for this venture from our dear friends, who, despite our inexperience in the business world, have put their valuable faith and trust in us (bless them), and are really energized about the idea. Thank youuu! Thank you.

We have a team of seven or eight (or nine - Meena will you come?) actually making the stuff. We're probably going to take a month or so to have the stock ready, and then we set up shop at one of many possible locations, which include Ranga Shankara and St. Joseph's College. We have permission to sell at St. Joseph's from the Rotary Club of Bangalore, thanks to one of our friends. We'll be selling for a minimum of three and a maximum of five days (I think), soo..... EVERYONE IS WELCOME!! Please come, even if you just want to look at the stall.

This is going to happen! We are going to make it happen. Guys, don't forget, next meeting on Saturday! See you there, and until then, spread the word! =]

And everyone, there will soon be a group on Facebook for this, so please join. It's going to be an open group, so... =]

Well, that's it for now! Wish us luck.

My Deepest... Thoughts (don't be scared off =))

*Extremely sweet sounding guitar riff*

He spends his nights in California

Watchin' the stars on the big screen

And then he lies awake and he wonders

Why can't that be me...

Coz in his life he's filled with all these good intentions

He's left a lot of things

He'd rather not mention right now

Just before he says good night

He looks up

With a little smile at me and he says

If I could be like that

I would give anything

Just to live one day

In those shoes

If I could be like that

What would I do

What would I do?

... A lovely song.

Why is it that I am always downer than I should be? What's keeping me from flying? Why does it feel like everyone else is at their happiest, having the time of their lives, and I am still stuck in the mundane and the tedious? Does it take more than what I am to have fun and never stop?

I think I would like to be somebody else. Just for one day. Or maybe even several. What is it like to tackle problems different from mine? What is it like to have different tastes, different likes and dislikes? A different thing to do when I wake up, and a different routine just before going to bed? Different friends? A different love life? I want to change everything I am in a picosecond. I don't hate myself, but I think it would be a hell of a lot easier to not be me.

All she wants is that somethin' to hold onto

That's all she needs

Yeah

If I could be like that

What would I do, Lord

What would I do?

..... She said I think I'll go to Boston

I think I'll start a new life

I think I'll start over

No one knows my name

Think I need a sunrise

I'm tired of the sunset

Here's its nothing but summer

Some snow would be nice

Can it happen?

Until then..

Where I go I just don't know

Well I got to, got to, gotta take it slow

When I've found my peace of mind

I'm gonna give you some of my good time.

*Extremely lonely sounding guitar riff*

WHEEeeeee

I'm feeling super energized at the moment. This feels so good. Almost as good as getting high ;) .
Okayyy, so this is my very first post and I'm going to blab. Just type out any random things that pop up. I don't even care if you like it or not. WOW, this feels GREAT! XD Alright, so today was a very satisfactory day and Hugh Jackman's HOT! It has also been a very important day because I just discovered today that I don't really hate Coke. I WANT to hate Coke. When I hate Coke, I feel all superior and righteous. HAHA, I know, I know, SO juvenile. But I'm like that =D. Also, today I realized that crows are VERY stupid creatures. GUess what a wonderfully crazy thing happened to me today??? You won't be able to guess so I'll tell you. A crow- get this- used MY head for balance as it flew down from some freaking tree. It practically tore through my scalp with its bloody (unhygenic) talons!!!! UGH. And of course I screeched like a banshee and the ignorant losers here and there looked at me like I'm mad or something. ANYONE would have screamed. It was almost a matter of life and death. But I recover quickly, as you all can see. So here I am being my cheerful, nice self again =D. That's about it for now. I'll keep you posted. ^_^

My first post! .... *sniff

Well, here it is, my blog, SweetTeas&Honey! It contains the stuff of my brain. It does not limit itself to a topic, and I'm going to use it to expand on (sometimes ramble about) random stuff. I mean completely RaNdOM. I'm not going to aim for brilliant English or flourish and fanfare, so... =] And you'd better befriend Mikey, my very own smiley. Here he is. =] He shows up whenever I feel the need to display my beautifully proportioned teeth.

So, here's to a long and fulfilling lifetime for SweetTeas&Honey!

Mommy dearest

My mom is so warm. Literally. When I hug her, I am enveloped by the incredible warmth of her arms. It makes me feel like I'm "wrapped up like a taco" (a quote from Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel). No blanket could provide the warmth that her very palm provides in an instant. When we settle down after a tiring day, and lie down side by side on the bed to talk, what we say gradually slips into the realm of nonsense, and we doze silently. It's like I'm in some kind of cozy little lair she built, where the single, glowing lamp radiates comfort, safety, acceptance, trust, love.

When I look at her sleeping, I wonder how in heaven I am ever going to give her everything that I owe her. It's not a question of repayment, or of any kind of duty towards my parents, or anything like that. It's just - I feel suddenly that if anyone on this planet deserves my unconditional, everlasting love, it is my mother. If there is anyone on earth I would love to pamper, it is my mother.

I'm not going to beat myself up here with the oh-look-at-what-she's-done-for-you-and-how-you-repay-her routine, though I am very tempted to. It would honestly do no good. Instead, I'll write down all the little things that all of us love about my mom.

She's always forgetting things. =] She's always trying to coax people into eating more. She's extra nice to her kids, and infra nice to herself. =X She's always rushed, but always happy and smiling, and ALWAYS ready to help solve the problem. I love the logical, step-by-step way her mind works, and sometimes hate the world for not giving her her due, because she always plays fair, and I hate seeing her lose. I wish I had half her ability to pacify, calm, soothe. She's so simple and safe. I love that about her, and wouldn't trade it for the world. She laughs easily and gives anyone who needs it a leg up and a smile, without ego issues barring her way. And finally, the best, BEST thing about my mother dearest, is that she understands me ... totally. She understands every shade of meaning in my words and actions. Communicating with her is one of the most enjoyable things I do everyday. She appreciates me and loves me for my brand of fun, and for my personality. Thank you God, for putting such a person in my life.

That was getting a bit too senti, no? =] Well. I'm just glad I can wake up in the morning and call out "Mummy!" and hear a reply from mother dearest. Mummy, always remember that you can hope for the same thing from me.