Shruti Hassan, your hair is fantastic. It just shrieks Amla and coconut oil.
Isn’t this guy Dhanush absolutely good looking? (Yes, that is the woman with awesome hair behind him). He also has a sexy voice. Yes, this is what I was listening to when I was reviewing civ pro. His very sexy voice. I am a fan Dhanush–you got me.
For those who wonder what Why this Kolaveri Di means, here is a rough translation of the interesting lyrics.
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and bam– an Indian young man walks out of a bank with a bag, and he immediately reaches for his phone and quickly starts looking at something–low and behold it was the cricket game. We started talking about the game, our favorite Bollywood actors–the moment was golden.
For those who missed the match yesterday, or want to re-live the excitement, or disappointment–voila! Match highlights are out (they have been out, I am just slow).
Congratulations to India! 🙂 Go, India, Go!!!!
This is only part I, because part two was removed.
Viewed from its human side, life is to all an untried path. It is a path in which, as regards our deeper experiences, we each walk alone. Into our inner life no other human being can fully enter. As the little child sets forth on that journey in which, sooner or later, he must choose his own course, himself deciding life’s issues for eternity, how earnest should be the effort to direct his trust to the sure Guide and Helper! – {Pr 315.5}
Warning-Ek minute: This is a personal post. If you don’t care, I don’t mind. I just wanted to immortalize the thought by typing it out. Simple.
“CERTAIN THINGS CAPTURE THE EYE, PURSUE ONLY THOSE THAT CAPTURE THE HEART-“ANCIENT INDIAN PROVERB
By: Gabriela Yareliz
You know that love? It’s the love that makes you nervous; the love that drives out fear; the love that makes you smile without reason; the love that makes you slightly suspicious; the love that makes you quiet; the love that gives you a new perspective; the love that warms you like the rays of the sun but can at the same time leave your frozen like the stillness in a forest in the winter; the love that is like tiny lights on a dark night; the love that makes the ocean seem small; the love that needs no words; the love that can at times leave you confused;–you know, the love that makes you feel pain and joy and everything you can only feel if your heart’s doors are swung wide open; it is when your heart is wide open and vulnerable; it is when you believe in everything.
That is magical; I had lost that expectation to ever feel like that. The difference between me on Tuesday before I stepped into the cathedral and today is hard to explain. It wasn’t anything I said, or anyone I met–it just sort of happened.
I sat there, admiring the gorgeous church. I opened a Bible in front of me to 2 Kings, which never fails to inspire me (especially the passages about war and people getting their heads chopped off–kidding)… and I looked ahead, and this is what I saw:
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There was absolute silence. I sat there praying. Praying for family, friends, wisdom–I noticed in front of me, a young man got up to leave his pew where he had been praying, and he walked out. I sat there in the silence. Later that day, I was walking by a townhouse with a glassy front, and inside, one could see the walls were shelves and the walls were filled with books.
Like many things in the city, it was perfection, beauty and glamour. I stood there on the other side of the window feeling that I was almost inside because of the size and clarity of the window. I stood absorbed, looking in. Sometimes, when one beholds such perfection, all you can help thinking is– I want this. This is so beautiful. It was a moment that absored me as my eyes wandered the room from the sidewalk. I then went to rest my hand on the iron gate and with the contact of the iron and my fingers, reality settled in. I looked away and began to think, This is not why I am here. It isn’t about having all of these things. And I walked away. I didn’t look back inside. I just thought of everything frivolous, gorgeous and empty that we try to acquire in life to make some sort of little utopia for ourselves thinking that we are justified, choosing to forget those in despair, poverty and suffering. Even within those walls of magazine perfection, suffering can exist–but I know deep inside that to acquire that, to get a fabulous job and live comfortably, forgetting about the world around me in a small utopian world composed of a routine and grand staircases–that is not why I am here. Though that day I left feeling nothing in particular, I knew I had once again escaped the enchantment of beauty; I walked away different.
I was walking by a shop that looks like a jungle inside with branches, sticks, plants and trees lining the walls. They had a basket outside with gorgeous flower tops and it said “Take a flower.” I found a gorgeous, bushy rose and walked away feeling this weird overwhelming feeling of happiness.
Small things change us. A glance; a smile; a scent; an unexpected surprise.
I think about everything I have experienced and all of the people I have met in life; teachers, playgrounds, plays, books, churches, tests, nights studying, Cambridge, French, friends, enemies, Romanians, England, skirt-filled camps, moments on the cricket field grass, Stoneridge, UF, rain, airports, Paris, La Rochelle nights looking at the lighthouse, Bollywood moments, New York, law school dealing–we change.
Sad eyes, smiles, happy eyes, flowers, dogs, ocean, love; we keep changing, and we are never the same.
Der lagi lekin maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Jaise bhi ho’n din maine ab
hai jeena seekh liya
Ab maine ye jaana hai, khushi hai kya, gham kya..
Dono hi, do pal ki hai ruttein
Na yeh thehre na rukein
Zindagi do
rangon se bane
Ab roothe, ab mane
Yehi toh hai, yehi toh hai,
yahaan
It took time, but I learnt to live,
however be the days, I
have learnt to live,
now I have known this, what’s happiness and what’s
sorrow
both are weathers of two moments
neither they wait nor stay
life
gets made of two colors,
now angry, now placated,
this, this is here..
-Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara
People are made of places
People are made of places. They carry with them hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities how different drops from them, like the smell of smog or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring, nature tidily plotted with a guidebook; or the smell of work, glue factories maybe, chromium-plated offices; smell of subways crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods; blueberry patches in the burned-out bush; wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint, with yards where hens and chickens circle about, clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses behind which violets grow. Spring and winter are the mind’s chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows a frosty wind from fields of snow.
“Grace is God giving you something you cannot give yourself.”-Tony Evans
As Dr. Evans was preaching this week, sometime we have a thorn, but it is like an IV at the hopsital. We keep complaining and trying to take it out, without realizing the medicine in it trying to help us. Whatever our “thorn” may be, God has a plan and He is changing us without us even realizing it sometimes.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect
in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so
that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Corinthians 12:9 ESV
I know where to go, to heal my heart, to sooth my soul,
But everything’s spinning out of control!
I know, I know to stay alive it gets so crazy day and night
But I got somebody by my side, by my side!
Every time I cry, and I wanna hide,
Feeling like I’m damaged on the inside,
You know just what to do!
You got what I need, you’re the remedy,
That’s why I’m keeping you close, you close
You know what’s best for me,
My only therapy, …Jesus your love is my hope, my hope!
On point, off track , one step forward, two steps back,
Some days are gonna just like that, just like that!
You’re my medicine,…
Relieve my pain again and again
Always take me back, no matter where I’ve been, where I’ve been
Every time I’m hurt and it doesn’t work
Feeling like it never could get any worse
I come running to you,
I am a big fan of music that makes some sort of political statement or commentary. It turns out the ‘Gangnam Style’ revolution is really deeper than a good dance song. I am not partial to the song, but the article I read about it count my interest. (What am I doing reading articles when I have civil procedure to be reading?)
I read an article from the San Francisco Gate which you can read here that explains how this area was an area with very little to appeal to others, and now it is an area in Seoul where 1% lives and an apartment can cost you about %700,000. Incredible.
So… this dance hit with weird, weird dance moves and blond Asian women it isn’t empty (not completely).
The following is from Wikipedia (yes, it has its own page):
[Psy likened Gangnam District to Beverly Hills, California, and said in an interview that he intended a twisted sense of humor by claiming himself to be “Gangnam Style” when everything about the song, dance, looks, and the music video is far from being such a high class.[14]In another interview with CNN, PSY added that:
“People who are actually from Gangnam never proclaim that they are — it’s only the posers and wannabes that put on these airs and say that they are “Gangnam Style” — so this song is actually poking fun at those kinds of people who are trying so hard to be something that they’re not.”]
He has done a pretty good job of spreading the message, and his dance moves definitely poke some fun at the airs.
“We are not here to be overcome, but to rise unvanquished after every knockout blow, and laugh the laugh of faith, not fear.” -Amy Carmichael
“Perhaps some future day Lord, Thy strong hand will lead me to a place where I must stand utterly alone. Alone, O gracious Love but for Thee; I shall be satisfied if I can see- Jesus only. I do not know Thy plans for years to come. My spirit finds its perfect home sufficiency. Lord, all my desire is before Thee now, Lead on, no matter where, no matter what– I trust Thee.”-Elisabeth Elliot
“God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him.”-Jim Elliot
So far in the running, the best teams in the groups are:
Group A: INDIA
Group B: AUSTRALIA
Group C: SOUTH AFRICA
Group D: PAKISTAN
All of them have 4 points and have won each game they have played.
I am so slow– today I found out about the Shashi Tharoor cricket scandal 😦 I had no idea. Hmm… He writes great books. Unfortunately, he is not too anti-corruption in action? Huffington Post article is here for those of you who never knew, like me. Also, there is a free iPad/iPhone app to keep up with the scores and schedule. It is called Cricket T20 Cup–brilliant stuff.
When we take into our hands the management of things with which we have to do, and depend upon our own wisdom for success, we are taking a burden which God has not given us, and are trying to bear it without His aid. We are taking upon ourselves the responsibility that belongs to God, and thus are really putting ourselves in His place. We may well have anxiety and anticipate danger and loss, for it is certain to befall us. But when we really believe that God loves us and means to do us good we shall cease to worry about the future. We shall trust God as a child trusts a loving parent. Then our troubles and torments will disappear, for our will is swallowed up in the will of God.—(Thoughts from the Mount of Blessing, 100, 101.) – {Pr 227.1}
GABRIELA YARELIZ 