A lesson learnt

Sometimes to realize you were well, someone must come along and hurt you.

-Perry Farrell

Sometimes it is neccessary to be hurt, to realise your mistake. For we get so involved in what we want, that we rarely stop to think if we might be hurting someone inadvertantly. Sometimes to see someone else suffer due to our mistakes, hurts even more.

I recently finished Thalassa Ali’s The Beggar at the Gate. Loved reading it. It’s a sweet and simple tale of love, set in the early nineteenth centaury. An English woman’s love for a little boy and how she eventually finds the love and home she seeks in the most unlikely of places. I liked that it is written with respect, fondness and admiration for the Indian culture. I learnt from it that destiny teaches us what we need to learn. God likes us to serve him through simple things like, charity, genuine repentance and unswerving faith. I learned that the ‘cleaner’ our heart gets the better we can understand his reasons. Another lesson learnt was that, we all are just instruments for his plans.

I lurrrv reading racy thrillers, John Grisham, Ian Rankins etc, but I like it when the book leaves me with something to think about.

Once, I saw this foreign movie, Egyptian I think, where a woman use to tell fortunes by reading the tealeaves or the pattern the coffee left in the cup. Now, although I don’t buy that stuff but its like reading a book and then gleaning some lessons from it.

My computer got ok today, I figured out what was wrong with it before the technical guy did. Its an old machine, nearing its end. Anyway, the point is that since I figured out the problem it gave me quite a buzz. If I can figure out anything even vaguely technical it makes me feel sooooo good, its like thumping my nose at my grade 6//7 school-teachers.