Off To Have GoodDay Biscuits With God
Yeah well...
I have been talking to God since a real long time. Since my school days I believe. Its great you know. You can talk about things you cannot talk to anyone else. You can be happy and comfortable and laugh and cry without any worry. Now, who you may be talking to can take different names. It can be your soul, your conscience or just plain the 'YOU' inside you. I choose to call it GOD. Reason being: Well, no particular reason. Aren't we taught that God is nameless and formless? That he is good and teaches all the basic values like truth, justice and goodness? This person whom I talk to pretty much also tells me to do what is right. I can talk and go on and on about problems and solutions and tell stuff like what happens in my day to day life and just have a good time.
But off late I stopped talking to him without any particular reason. I just did not talk at all for days then weeks and now months. I smile at him once in a while and I say the usual hellos and sorries and thank yous but not had a conversation in a real long time. Not sought his help or advice in quite sometime. Maybe its because he has showered me with blessings of all sorts that I just do not have the time for him. He has given me a good job, awesome friends and a great life. If I have a problem one of my friends just miraculously turns up and the problem is kinda solved...
However, today I will talk to him. I have an evening date with him with a pack of GoodDay Choconut biscuits (As a chocolate freak I personally feel that they are the best thing to have happened since Hide n Seek biscuits. FMCG guys would however disagree and understandably call it Britannia's answer to Parle G :-)). This date was actually sparked off by an incident or rather accident that happened to me very recently.
I had gone on a midnight trek with a few friends from office. The plan was simple; to reach the foot of the mountain by 2 - 2.30 am, climb the mountain which would take a couple of hours, see the sunrise and then get down from there. We climbed under the moonlight and racing clouds and made it to the top by around 4.30. It was a beautiful sight. The mist/fog (still don't know the difference between them) was dense and we could see just a couple of meters ahead of us. We lay down under the moonlight and waited for the sun to come out. Dawn was just dawning at that time (forgive the poor language).
On a completely different note out here. Is this not the time when you would love to be alone? Is this not the time when you would just want to sink in the beauty of nature? Just lie back on your hands, stare at the sky, feel the wind on your face.. ooh! What Bliss!!! But it does not happen.. It rarely does... Beecoz the cameras are flashing and people are posing to be clicked against a magnificent backdrop they fail to enjoy. But then there will be few among the group who will be there just to be there and you know it and feel the same connection in their eyes as you feel it with the wind, the clouds, the moon and the rising sun.
Anyway, the sun rose as it always does (poor chap does not have much of a choice) and people gave out exorbitant shouts of delight and pleasure. I rejoiced with a smile and winked at the sun saying: Ha!ha! One day I am up way ahead of you :-). This display of rapture was soon followed by breakfast of bread, jam and cheese on the hilltop (Food is ALWAYS a part of any enjoyment; Else the latter is never complete). After a lot of merry making (and of course a lot of pictures) we descended the mountain. I was jumping around for having enjoyed every single moment of the trek. Was warned not to do it especially since my 5 year old Nikes had gone for a toss. Well, I decided to listen and kind of stopped jumping around (should NOT have done it; costly mistake). That's when it happened; We were walking in a row at the edge when my trustworthy left foot (its always the right one that I have a problem with) slipped and I fell over. Now, the un-understandable part is that I did not fall face down but face up. I had an iPod clipped to my t-shirt and a camera that cost way more than the iPod inside the front pocket of my cargos. My brain would have calculated that the financial damage of falling face down was way too much (If it did this then I finally know what to do with my useless self; Become a business woman as I can at least save every penny unconsciously). So, I fell through some bushes and my head finally hit a rock. Now comes the part of self realization. Everyone has it when something 'major' happens to them. Mine, decided to come to me at that very moment; that too in all that pain. I looked to my right and saw that had I fallen a little (2 - 3 inches) to my right I would have surely gone tumbling down and from there straight up or wherever you travel to after you are no more. Then I saw to my left and looked up and thought Man! I fell that much!!! That moment was captured in my mind like no camera ever can and I just thought what a close call I had just had and how amazingly lucky I was.
However, anxious faces and helping hands soon snapped me out of my realization mode. My shoe caught somewhere in the bushes was put back on me. I checked my head and then the sickening and scary feeling finally settled in on me. For there at the back of my head I felt warm and wet blood. I took a sample on my finger and saw the expression on my closest friend's face. I wish never to see that expression again. Now started the comedy part. We were still at the middle of the mountain and had a good one hour of climbing down to be done. I held on to my friend's hand and as I was climbing down I first mentally and then loudly started reciting all the things that had happened including everyone's names. I saw the expressions on their faces as they heard me. They did not know whether to laugh at my weird dialogs or be afraid that something had happened to me as I was rambling non stop nonsense (They chose the latter as no one laughed; Not at my face at least).
We finally touched base (I had stopped spouting crap by then), I was bundled into a car, and whisked off to a hospital. There the doc asked me if I had vomited or felt giddy. I said a relieved no and he took a look at the wound, merrily put 5 stitches gave some tablets, put a big bandage encircling my forehead and sent me away. I reached home (I choose to call it that although I stay as a paying guest with a couple of friends), got yelled at for not being careful, then got pampered and finally slept off...
Ever since then I have been thinking about this incident and now I will be dissecting it and discussing it and go over the other things that have happened in the past few months with God... I am off.. to have Goodday biscuits with God... Ur not invited... Ya! ya! I know what you must be thinking: "I don't even wanna come you moron; if you are going to be as boring with God as you are now I am better off where I am..."
I have been talking to God since a real long time. Since my school days I believe. Its great you know. You can talk about things you cannot talk to anyone else. You can be happy and comfortable and laugh and cry without any worry. Now, who you may be talking to can take different names. It can be your soul, your conscience or just plain the 'YOU' inside you. I choose to call it GOD. Reason being: Well, no particular reason. Aren't we taught that God is nameless and formless? That he is good and teaches all the basic values like truth, justice and goodness? This person whom I talk to pretty much also tells me to do what is right. I can talk and go on and on about problems and solutions and tell stuff like what happens in my day to day life and just have a good time.
But off late I stopped talking to him without any particular reason. I just did not talk at all for days then weeks and now months. I smile at him once in a while and I say the usual hellos and sorries and thank yous but not had a conversation in a real long time. Not sought his help or advice in quite sometime. Maybe its because he has showered me with blessings of all sorts that I just do not have the time for him. He has given me a good job, awesome friends and a great life. If I have a problem one of my friends just miraculously turns up and the problem is kinda solved...
However, today I will talk to him. I have an evening date with him with a pack of GoodDay Choconut biscuits (As a chocolate freak I personally feel that they are the best thing to have happened since Hide n Seek biscuits. FMCG guys would however disagree and understandably call it Britannia's answer to Parle G :-)). This date was actually sparked off by an incident or rather accident that happened to me very recently.
I had gone on a midnight trek with a few friends from office. The plan was simple; to reach the foot of the mountain by 2 - 2.30 am, climb the mountain which would take a couple of hours, see the sunrise and then get down from there. We climbed under the moonlight and racing clouds and made it to the top by around 4.30. It was a beautiful sight. The mist/fog (still don't know the difference between them) was dense and we could see just a couple of meters ahead of us. We lay down under the moonlight and waited for the sun to come out. Dawn was just dawning at that time (forgive the poor language).
On a completely different note out here. Is this not the time when you would love to be alone? Is this not the time when you would just want to sink in the beauty of nature? Just lie back on your hands, stare at the sky, feel the wind on your face.. ooh! What Bliss!!! But it does not happen.. It rarely does... Beecoz the cameras are flashing and people are posing to be clicked against a magnificent backdrop they fail to enjoy. But then there will be few among the group who will be there just to be there and you know it and feel the same connection in their eyes as you feel it with the wind, the clouds, the moon and the rising sun.
Anyway, the sun rose as it always does (poor chap does not have much of a choice) and people gave out exorbitant shouts of delight and pleasure. I rejoiced with a smile and winked at the sun saying: Ha!ha! One day I am up way ahead of you :-). This display of rapture was soon followed by breakfast of bread, jam and cheese on the hilltop (Food is ALWAYS a part of any enjoyment; Else the latter is never complete). After a lot of merry making (and of course a lot of pictures) we descended the mountain. I was jumping around for having enjoyed every single moment of the trek. Was warned not to do it especially since my 5 year old Nikes had gone for a toss. Well, I decided to listen and kind of stopped jumping around (should NOT have done it; costly mistake). That's when it happened; We were walking in a row at the edge when my trustworthy left foot (its always the right one that I have a problem with) slipped and I fell over. Now, the un-understandable part is that I did not fall face down but face up. I had an iPod clipped to my t-shirt and a camera that cost way more than the iPod inside the front pocket of my cargos. My brain would have calculated that the financial damage of falling face down was way too much (If it did this then I finally know what to do with my useless self; Become a business woman as I can at least save every penny unconsciously). So, I fell through some bushes and my head finally hit a rock. Now comes the part of self realization. Everyone has it when something 'major' happens to them. Mine, decided to come to me at that very moment; that too in all that pain. I looked to my right and saw that had I fallen a little (2 - 3 inches) to my right I would have surely gone tumbling down and from there straight up or wherever you travel to after you are no more. Then I saw to my left and looked up and thought Man! I fell that much!!! That moment was captured in my mind like no camera ever can and I just thought what a close call I had just had and how amazingly lucky I was.
However, anxious faces and helping hands soon snapped me out of my realization mode. My shoe caught somewhere in the bushes was put back on me. I checked my head and then the sickening and scary feeling finally settled in on me. For there at the back of my head I felt warm and wet blood. I took a sample on my finger and saw the expression on my closest friend's face. I wish never to see that expression again. Now started the comedy part. We were still at the middle of the mountain and had a good one hour of climbing down to be done. I held on to my friend's hand and as I was climbing down I first mentally and then loudly started reciting all the things that had happened including everyone's names. I saw the expressions on their faces as they heard me. They did not know whether to laugh at my weird dialogs or be afraid that something had happened to me as I was rambling non stop nonsense (They chose the latter as no one laughed; Not at my face at least).
We finally touched base (I had stopped spouting crap by then), I was bundled into a car, and whisked off to a hospital. There the doc asked me if I had vomited or felt giddy. I said a relieved no and he took a look at the wound, merrily put 5 stitches gave some tablets, put a big bandage encircling my forehead and sent me away. I reached home (I choose to call it that although I stay as a paying guest with a couple of friends), got yelled at for not being careful, then got pampered and finally slept off...
Ever since then I have been thinking about this incident and now I will be dissecting it and discussing it and go over the other things that have happened in the past few months with God... I am off.. to have Goodday biscuits with God... Ur not invited... Ya! ya! I know what you must be thinking: "I don't even wanna come you moron; if you are going to be as boring with God as you are now I am better off where I am..."
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