The Fighters

October is cancer month. In memory of every cancer patient, family member and friend who has lost their battle with cancer and in honor of those who continue to conquer it! 

I have so many friends and family members suffering from this ailment, but I also learn so much thought there endurance and strength. I thank God for these people. some believe in healing, some are dead scared of what they have in them, but some have come to love what they carry around with them, their pain has brought them to understanding of the value of life and have come closer to their one true divine physician, who is God Almighty… the example they show have brought me to realize the value of life and good health… I love all of these people they are part of my family and my life… and I believe that Gods mighty healing hand will be apon them in his time. 

The Journey

Picture speaks a thousand words(in this case 468).

In the seemingly infinite wake in life, as we talk the road less traveled by, the narrow path, the way of darkness that lead to our final destination, we hope and dream that at the end we will still be a team that can proudly say that we took on the world together.

We also know that in this pained walk we are never alone, a friend a guide to take us though this strange ordeal always besides us to the very end, and at the end we’ll turn around and look back at our foot prints, some fading some imprinted strong on the heart of the people who we touch and the lives we transformed and feel a strange but fulfilling happiness of knowing our true purpose has been achieved!

And on the way, by the way… those were the best time we have ever had, the fun and the joy of each other’s company, the love and the unity that we shared will forever be the same. We realize that the magical bond that weaved into place as we traveled high and traveled low, looking for the things we love the most or aimlessly wondering till we find out what to look for. As the storms came and we doubted ourselves you kept us going, you carried me though knowing that we’ll make it Those memories they still remain clearly as a still from a full HD lens focused on the best moments and blur at the worst.

As we took this journey, we learnt so much that books and teachers could have never thought us. The lessons in life which are so much more valuable than silver or gold I am proud to say that we learnt them together, you have become part of my life experience which one day I will pass down to my children and their children.

Time seems to have stopped and we felt like the world was ours, but soon realizes that the world was in need, we didn’t know what or how to find it. So we traveled deep in the words and we found what we hoped we will find. We couldn’t keep the best joy we found to ourselves we had to go out and tell it to the world, some rejoiced in what we had to say other’s scoffed and scorned and rejected it, saying we were fool to waste the best years of our life chasing a false truth, but we never gave up we wiped our feel   and we kept on going we went deeper, to every nook and corner looking for people who need to hear the news.

As we have come the end of this fine journey let me tell you my friend, the journey has only begun. This is only a milestone.

LIFE - Living In Freedom Eternally

This time LIFE exceeded my expectations! I can assure that the holy Spirit was hanging around in Scott hall all throughout, the music, the worship and those amazing testimonies..WOW... Damien's life story was just what I needed to hear that morning! just another sign from God that he knows my heart! The prayer, I have to highlight was the most powerful part of the entire program... I really felt the Holy Spirit working in my friend Sandeep as we all prayed for healing of is cancer! just want to say thank you to all who prayed for him and ask all to keep praying.

All in all this experience just brought me close to Christ that ever before...

A Hugh thank you for the gang at KMC EVERLIFE for this life changing event, just can't wait till next time. I pray that God will give you'll more and more strength to go on... Be the best you can for the LORD!

Intresting Remarks

"I have been reviving my life. Now that I have nothing better to go; I realized there was nothing much to review! Having had no life and a social life plain boring. Like most kids my age I just existed."

I didn't say that, didn't even know what was meant by that phase, it was some wimpy kid I used to know who said that!

SOoo what am I driving at……. Well, nothing really just bored so had to do something to keep myself alive, or anything to go by stay awake. This is not a diary of my day or anything to do with me; I will keep this post strictly impersonal as possible(you are welcome to slap me if I don't), if that is the word I'm looking for. There have been some developments in the life of some people, which in fact is a shocker!!! :O what happened? Who is this? Or even who died could be some of the thought that passed you feebly intellectually challenged minds (let's face if Why else would you be reading this). Well to answer all your question I will provide you with the answer. "He got busy!!!" so busy he didn't have time to write a blog or even to get a shave! You might be wondering WTH? Well…… if this was written by Justin Beiber or Robert Pattinson I bet there would 50 million comments asking what he was going and with showers of good wishes or some jobless teen girl would suggest trending "#hornyforjustin" on twitter!!! What the heck! (Just freaking read this and go to sleep, or kill yourself, your choice).

Jacky Chang is so funny!

OK…. Are you feeling sleepy so far… go ahead take a nap, this post won't be going anywhere.

So your back, good now try to get thought this in one go… you're a hero if you can!

Where were we… oh yeah, this is not about me or anyone related to me. I have a strange feeling I'm being irrational and irresponsible… see the thing is I have no real idea or theme to write about I'm practically blank in the nut up stairs. And that sucks.

Hey !!! Why did you slap me???

This is so not right! This feels like I just lost control.

Out.

Take that Chance

Have you ever felt that the world is all ways going in the opposite direction as you? Well… in that case it probably is because you're most probably trying to do something different. That's not an easy thing to do tale it from me. The system is so rigid and stubborn it's all ways trying to bring you down. Change is feared, like is some kind of humongous meteor that's going to destroy the world, for better or for worse who cares … its different so it's got to be big and bad!!! That's the mentality of the people that are just too lethargic to get up and take a chance. It's not so much the change that frightens the people it's more likely the people who are affected in a bad (terrible!!!) way by this change, just want to remain intact and not be swept away with the change. They take the most drastic measures by dazzling the uneducated with there lies and controversies ("I love the way you lie……." I wonder if Rehanna knows what I'm talking about ??? ) yes, I do tend to yell out parts of songs randomly!!!



Just that you should know it's nothing to do with anybody or anything in particular…It's about absolutely every damn thing!!! Yeah the world is all about some sort of bullshit trying to make a stand… and adjust lives in its order just to sell a product (a useless expensive product * cough * *cough *). So as the world turns so do most of us. It's time to turn it all around… Say no to the system. Take a stand and make a move, hopefully I can break the rules.


Ok…that was just a spontaneous rap that just entered my brain (and already left) …


Sometimes I wonder to myself why do I go along with this, I really don't have to… so yeah, I won't!
The thing is everybody is glued to this consumption and self concept, hwy don't look at me like that… I not talking as a person who's got all figured out or got it all going grate, no I'm not. I'm just saying we should start to look for change and implement it first in our lives. We work 9 hour a day and spend the rest of the day complaining about it! Why? Well… I don't know any employed person can please answer that for me.


What I'm driving at is the fact that there is only one thing that's standing in between you and the change, YOU! Yes you, you numb skull. So go out there and TAKE THAT CHANCE! If you don't start no one will, be an example make a difference. Good things don't fall in people laps, that only the bad stuff… you got to go out there and chase your dreams and catch them (kinda like in Inception).


Now point driven. I think I'll go and make a revival.

The times we had.

In light of most of the guys leaving the country to pursuit there higher studies and what not, I thought I might write out my thoughts just to makes things more memorable (and to kill time while at it). I’m about to put down eleven plus years into one blog, so wish me luck!

So we were born and what a tragedy that would have turn out to be… the world saw us as cuddly coo and cute babies that they hoped would remain that way for the rest of our lives(well…some might actually fulfill that). They fed us and nurtured us in the goodness of it all… (awww…). But then they decided to send us to school, I say it like a bad thing but I’m not so sure anymore. And that my friend is where it all began….Bu ha ha ha . We were such little clueless jackasses (I like to think we still are…heck what hell do we know???) I still remember us sitting on the low chairs on the first days and scribbling away or dribbling on the paper… some cried, some didn’t give a shit(still don’t) and most just did what we were told.

All went well till, no scrap that… It wouldn’t have been school at all if “All when well” now would it? So yeah… we screwed up big time, all part of the immense learning experience in life that’s all. We played in the sand pit inventing are own weird games and making up logic that would baffle any adult nerd-ass. So innocent didn’t even know the world was going to swallow us up someday and make us work our asses off just to get by! Yeah…thanks for the warning! So full of energy we couldn’t even stay in one place for a few minutes at a time and running around meant nothing at all(unlike now where 5 minute of running leaves us gasping for air like a dyeing fish( poor fish!!!), so much for stamina). And girls were yuck!!!

Somewhere down the line we learnt our first slang and filth; yep that was a fascinating experience. And we were introduced to the concept of Sarcasm… it was great, we all were so hyper and a bit psycho (an element that grew in us as the years that went by). We made are little clubs and cults, also imagined that there were murders happening in the school premises!!! Who could the culprit be… is it the creepy old deputy headmaster or the bloody annoying janitor (Cursed be that janitor) or who will be the next victim, not that we cared it was fun. The best part is some people actually believed it, ha SUCKER! All of which was brought to a standstill by puberty.

YES it happened to us all (or did it…hmmm…) we hit puberty, rather it hit us. Had to go thought all the changes physically and mentally, unfortunately most of them didn’t go thought the mental change. And suddenly masturbating was our favorite past time (again only for some of them), and girls were just WOW!!! And some of us got dope and somehow couldn’t get over its effects. We gradually reached our per-teens and all that mattered was the hair dos and who had the best cell phone. Music was a major part of our lives be it rock or R&B or rap… head banging was something that came almost naturally to us (although I’m sure that’s not what came naturally to Selena Gomez) .

Then came along Junior High (Upper School say in our own terms), this is where things got a bit serious. Most of us settled down. GCE O/Ls were coming up and this meant something to some of us, yeah the nerds over did it. The geeks and nerds sat right in front (don’t misunderstand I don’t fall in that category just because I sat there too), and people who didn’t give a shit right at the back. Teachers came and went very frequently (seriously, one Math teacher lasted less than 48 hours). Some of us spent our free time reading while other used school time for free time. We as the seniors did the worst possible shit we could do (the worst being turning off the trip switch that connects to the staff room …OMG!! What a terrible thing to do). Intervals meant cramming up in the canteen area (A little shack that fed us with shit) and playing sports (which meant new shirts).

Then came along the final year, the senior year, and the year I’m sure any of us will remember as long as our brains are full of juice. And the best year if we care to admit… 99% of the batch worked there asses off and made it worthwhile and memorable. As the days to the big exam got closer most of us were ready to take it on (reading the last installment of Happy Potter days before the exams proves it). And then came the day were we all said goodbye to are dear school promising to come back (how could we have know we were going to be shooed out the years to come). The autograph books in which we share our thoughts of each other and memories still make me want to die of embarrassment but also make me want to flip back that switch (not the trip switch, the switch on a time-machine)

We met again at the exam and we all went our separate ways. It was a while till we saw each other again… now that some of us are done with everything and have it all prepared to leave this land to fulfill our destiny (pun) and we may never see each other again… while some await another horrible experience called GCE A/Ls.

For some odd reason which I can’t bring myself to explain I feel a sense of pride and glory about all of us, As if we will do things to change the world and then look back and realize we where such clueless jackasses who grew up to be men with great propose. All in all I just want to say is it has been a great pleasure to knowing all of you… So let’s just go out there and LET IT ROCK!!!

SICK

“I cannot go to school today”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

“I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox

And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue –

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I’m sure my left foot is broke –

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained.

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,

I have a silver in my thumb,

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is – what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is. . . Saturday?

G’bye I’m going out to play!”

Yes, I'm aware this poem is so very irrelevant, but is also very true...well at least when we were so young and schools were a disaster. not that I'm complaining in any way I always loved school in fact I miss it dearly...but of course we all must move on and start life from the next level. I guess Shel Silverstein was just feeling cocky when he wrote this poem, heck! He talks about a little girl who hate school to much she complains about all the bullshit she can think of just to skin school(poor dear). the little runt doesn't realize its freaking Saturday(now that is a aspect I can relate to....oh! shit its Saturday WTF???) and instead of hanging with the girls and parting all night she goes out to play the boys!!! 

"My hip hurts when I move my chin"

Oh come on Peggy Ann McKay get a life or at least learn how to lie like a pro, how the hell is you’re bloody hip connected to you're bloody chin!!! and if who so ever she is  whining to believes her, I have two words for you FACE PUNCH(or two) that's what you deserve you lousy adult... maybe you do and little Peggy most probably fooled the pants off you all the time, how else would she thing to get away with this crap pot.

In a way I'm proud of Peggy’s insight and wit... what other 12 year old child in the 20th century(assuming that's what and where she's from) would be bold enough to go through with all this, if you know what I mean(Of course you don't).

"My ‘pendix pains each time it rains"

Oh! Please... I'm sure Lady Gaga could come up with better stink.  Wait... she has!!! Sorry Peggy you were out done by a weed sucking freak of nature recently, face it that's how the world rolls,

"It doesn't matter if you’re thirteen or sixty-five"

 To quote Bowling For Soup - High School Never Ends (Improvised version) you in the original version it goes "doesn't matter if you’re sixteen...” get it???

No!

Never mind.

MOVING ON...

"There is a hole inside my ear"

Duh... you dumb child that leads straight to your brain, guess you're just shrunk out of existence or fell out of that gasping hole in your very sick ear, this most probably explains why you forgot its Saturday. Some advice for your next birthday (or have you forgotten that date as well) ask for a calendar from who ever looks after you (probably the matron at the mental heath hospital). If you haven't forgotten its Saturday Mr.Silverstien would have to do through all this trouble to write this (and I wouldn't be going through all this either).

"My mouth is wet, my throat is dry"

Sigh... someone give this kid some water or a soda... she doesn't know the remedy for a dry throat, I guess she doesn't want to know to know... cheeky little brat!!! 

Oh well guess we all need excuses at some point, no matter how retarded and stupid they are...

G’bye I’m going out to play!

Twitter Crap

We tweet about some meaningless crap
cause we're a bunch of morons
when someone tells you twitter is cracked
pop goes you ego!


tune : Pop goes the weasel

The time(Travel)er

The train finally reached the station, it had arrived precisely at a quarter-past-three, I knew this time because the humongous clock handing in the station said so and the steam train was due exactly at that time. The reason I mentioned that specific detail, which seems unnecessary at the time is because I did not have a watch on me, this piece of information might seen totally out of place as well, however it is quite as important for the climax of future evens depend on it, I will not go I’m to the detail how I did not come to process a watch at that time.

By the time the train had come to a halt the so-far motionless station buzzed to life. It took exactly fifteen long seconds for the train to come to a complete stop; I counted ever second that the train slowly dragged be till it came to a dead halt. It has been my habit to be very precise when it came to time; I was so keen on it that it soon became an obsession. This resulted, in me starting even count the time in seconds and not in minutes like other people. I was strange of me in a way, but nobody seriously minded.  

 As it happens my journey was one of several hours and as I stood on the station I realized I did not have any refreshments with me, as my arrival to the station was a sudden business matter that required my attention immediately and in my haste to attend to matters as soon as possible I rushed to station bringing only my most needed processions. So I decided to go back to one of the vendors and purchase a bottle of water.        

  As I was walking back to the train I noticed a pair of very attractive young ladies, and they appear to notice as well, for they were looking in my direction and giggling. As soon as they realized that I myself had notices them their faces when red, they tried to hide the face they were blushing! I smiled at them, one of the girls returned the smile, she looked very pretty and I notice that she had dimples on either check. The other girl, who seems to be her sister, appeared to be teasing the one that smiled at me. My heart was filled with satisfaction. But then, I realized we had an audience. An old man stood nearby sneering disapprovingly. I almost laughed, but decided against it, it might have even amused the girls if I had insulted the man, but I did not take the risk, for all I could know he could be their father or uncle or other male relative.

So I decided to get aboard the train as soon as possible, which I did. I looked for an empty cabin because I like to travel alone. Unfortunately there were no empty cabins available, except for one which sat the old man from the station, he sat reading a news paper.

I sighed; it had to be me I told myself.

 to be continued... 

Sabotage101

Assassins & terrorists’ have one particular activity in common, namely “sabotage”, both these groups take months of practice, planning & preparation before they move in on a target/assignment and patience it the key to a successfully executed mission;

The result of these actions causing major damage to public or private property, loss of life or procession, and a solid and non-reparable dent on image or social status of the victim.

It is not every one who can accomplish these tasks, a considerable amount of training, meditation, skill & tremendous effort on will power. Loosing ones conscience is mandatory in this cruel career!

Physical conduct and fitness is of extreme importance, daily fitness sessions and proper absorption of nutrition is vital to maintain a flexible and quick physicality.

Enhancement of senses such as hearing, seeing, smelling & touch can be obtained by listening, looking, observing & meditation.

The second most important aspect is the “backup plan”, one can be the most renowned in his or her profession, but one can never be sure of the outcome of even the best laid plans, always be prepared for the worst(it is a healthy practice to have one’s will in order if occupied in a profession such as this). As for the backup plan be ready to take a second stab at it, the pay check might be worth it (the circumstances of an unfinished mission could be as fatal as failing the second time), but if the situation & circumstances prevail be on your toes to just “get up and run”, this brings us to the art of shadowing & disappearing – but that’s a different endeavor all together. The backup plan should be simple & easy to execute.

Remember: “Always have backup plans to backup your backup plan”.

Fear and love for one’s self is not acceptable in this deadly triad. One should get rid of attachments & worldly needs. Needless to say they will only hinder your actions and judgments, the slightest of hesitation can compromise the mission.

And in conclusion never leave evidence or use trademark techniques, trust me this is not some thong you want to be famous for!

My point in this elaboration is STAY AT HOME AND GET A DESK JOB!!!