Thursday, November 12, 2009

Despair















God knows how my heart is burdened
And every-day, despaired
Bleeding, not seen the light
Hooked and wounded by burdens, no end in sight.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Epitaph on a Tyrant

Now..
(Source : www.Poets.org , Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden ; http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15548)

Some 40 years ago...

Thursday, October 29, 2009

The mangy dog awaits his bone.

The mangy dog barked furiously at 5pm yesterday.

Tried to appease it but couldn't find any bone. Ran out of bones.

I thought I could get one at 6:30pm so i told the dog to be patient.
It didn't heed any of my advise.

6:30 came without any bones. Too bad.

I found out that the bones will come in by 7:15 or so.

"A tiny brain expects invulnerability" is like one who lives on the iceberg and doesn't know 99% of the mass is under his feet. So his prima donna attitude continues to feed the ugly and fat monster - its becoming fatter and uglier by the minute.

Live goes on.

Finally bone arrives 8:15pm. The spoilt brat seems appeased ... for a while.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Mixed Twins



27 October 09

Wholemeal with Raisins
Bengali style soft white bread.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Recipe for


Dear all

anyone got recipe for success, fulfillment and happiness ?

as usual, please try out before you share

but then, it may take a lifetime to try...

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Mess


A mess is the place where military personnel socialise, eat, and (in some cases) live. In some societies this military usage has extended to other disciplined services eateries such as civilian fire fighting and police forces. The root of "mess" is the Old French "mes," portion of food, drawn from the Latin verb "mittere," meaning "to send" or "to put," the original sense being "a course of a meal put on the table." This sense of "mess," which appeared in English in the 13th century, was often used for cooked or liquid dishes in particular, as in the "mess of pottage" (porridge or soup) for which Esau in Genesis traded his birthright. By the 15th century, a group of people who ate together was also known as a "mess," and it is this sense that persists in the "mess halls" of today's military.

References : http://freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~worldwarone/WWI/MilitaryCamps/CampCuster/

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Fresh from the oven






"Hello world!", said the newly born twins.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Prayer of Thanks for Answered Prayers

Dear Lord O Father in Heaven

Just wanted to give you Thanks for answered prayers
Thank You Lord for having my father spend time with me,
Thank You Lord for removing my vertigo in less than 2 minutes !
Thank You Lord for repairing the roof leak with little hassle & resources.

In Jesus' name, Amen.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

3Ps



Remembering my brother-in-law's words today, he told me to

1. Be Patient in non-believers' idol worships.
2. Be Polite when choosing not to participate with their worships.
3. Be Prayerful as I continue to pray to Our Lord in my own ways.

Eternity


Unless Eternity goes on maternity, I have no use for paternity.

Meanwhile I will wait for Eternity.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Go on, Dig in.


Go on, dig in...

They decided to make a huge hole in front of the house and

make a mess of the front walkway.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Jackasses of Today and Tomorrow


The mangy dog who thinks he the prima donna superstar, the old and ugly poodle that barks incessantly and the beggar upstairs who thinks he rules the world.

Perfect ?

More like PerFUCK!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Sand Storm in a Shoe Box



"...If you are not the custodian of this matter, then you are not welcome to this meeting!!!..", the mangy dog barked in a calculated woof.

The mad dog barked in retaliation, haphazardly.

I looked on as i sat there.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Celebrate what ?


Its nothing to celebrate about, really.

Its just a combination of numbers that points to another incremental number, which we try to make an occasion out of it by blowing candles lit on a piece of bakery laced with cream , chocolate & sugar;
and singing of a silly song;
and clapping of hands (like a bunch of monkeys or clowns if you like)..

The world doesn't revolve around you...



Help!! The walls are spinning around my head today !! I thought they say the world doesn't revolve around me ?. ..hence I have decided against taking Stugeron.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Bad Milk Day

"The whole company is not going to stop working just because you're on leave", the mad cow mooed aloud.

Got bad milk day ?

`SLUM'-berland

Rubbish is piling up. "Don't touch my rubbish!", the guni-karung lady lunged.

Some people enjoy living in slums.

I am trying to get out.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Burden

The worldly ways constantly burdens my weary heart.

Nothing brings relief.

Not even turtles.

Or fishes.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Even the dogs...

It howled pitifully at every 'ploink' of the piano keys. Even the dogs shared my misery as he abused the piano again. And I thought only I couldn't stand it.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Letter from my mentor

Remember that it is not by works or might; you'll never be able to do enough even if you devote 24/7 to any one person. (Everyone else would be neglected and you'll have the guilt of not having done enough.)

God sees the heart. You passed the test of having a difficult sister in law.

Just enjoy the daily moments on this planet and bless people around you.

One of the key people at this period of your life is your dad.

Please send him my greetings and love!

Blessings.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Lonely presence

You see a group of noisy friends, but each of them is really alone in this world.

They say best friends can sit together not saying one word, but that's the best communication you can get - amidst understanding and contentment.. just being present for each other.

Don't be too concerned about the world and the way it works. Stop looking at others and concentrate on the present moment.

Don't even look at yourself in the mirror. Just live in the presence of each day and remember to stay happy.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

A broken and contrite heart

It is a consolation to me today to be reminded in the sermon that

1. A broken and contrite heart is precious to God. It is with a broken heart that rebuilding begins.
2. The (rebuilding of) broken heart is a journey.

Praise the Lord.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Stuck in the Slum

Its a cycle.

At some point, when you come to that corner - you are bound to see it. The slums of your life.

Even though you know of its coming , you cannot help but get sucked into its negativities.

Everything sucks and all you want to do is throw in the towel , get out , get away from here.

Damn it.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Shattered

My car window was smashed at the car park.

Nothing was stolen. Father in Heaven, i want to thank you for watching over it.

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The shattered window glass reminds me of a shattered life.

Nothing can bring back the original condition... of our mind frame.

The memories remain and we know its different from the last one.

Can we really forgive and forget ?

LIFE

LIFE is merely a lie without F.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Sunday sermons will be different now

4th July 2009

Last night i learned that Pastor Phillips Koh will not be delivering God's word at FBC anymore.

I felt sad.

Even though it is important for Christians to receive God's word without favouring the deliverer,
i just want to express how much i will miss the connection he seldom fails to make on Sunday mornings.

The enthusiasm of going to Church to hear Pastor Phillips Sermons after worshipping the Lord will somewhat be affected, especially tomorrow.

Well ,if it's Your will, then let it be done.

Praise the Lord!

Thursday, July 02, 2009

LOST


3rd July 2009


Over the last few months, I have been feeling rather empty inside me. Life at work didn't help either.

But last night, that emptiness was overwhelming and i just realised i lost something.

I don't know when or how i lost it, but it was gone. It was one thing that kept me sane all this while.. but it was really, really gone. I looked everywhere but could not find it.

I even tried to create it again and showed it to my wife - but she couldn't see it??? To my utter disappointment i realise it cannot be re-created !!!

So long and thanks for everything, Humour.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Naj, rest in peace.

My pool sifu, friend, elder and colleague - Naj left us peacefully on 1st Jan 09 after his prayers in the morning.

What a peaceful way to go.

I salute you , Naj.

May your soul rest in peace with Allah.

I miss you. I am sure we all here do.