Goodness Gracious and the Mighty

Heaven opened the doors ...... and it rained, like it had never rained before. It rained like the day when the gods had nothing to do and were really very bored and that boredom showered upon us as rains........

I dont believe in a god ( or gods.... i m a hindu and we have more gods than all hindus in the world) and neithewr do i believe thay are anywhere above us so that there sorrow would shower down upon us ( take the exact literal meaning plzzz..).

Infact i have tried hard to and every time i start thinking about gods and thier so called godness i reach my wit's end (and it doesnt take long for that i can assure).

Thinking is not my forte......... and i dont tread where i m not supposed to ,however, i cant help but think about this and god (this is very sarcastic and ironic i know!) only knows what i think and what i deduce after thinking for a while..... but one for sure i cannot picture GOd the way it has been told to me....... as an incarnation a messiah who came down to save us all from the clutches of evil.

I percieve my god as the creator ....and just that , an almighty who left us all here to deal with all the evils ourselves ........ after all its us the mortaks who do the fifhting and save ourselves

when your mind is at peace but you are not

i am sitting right now in my office at HP ........ doing nothing. Nothing at all....... a few months back i thought .. wished in fact that i get time when i do nothing.

but now that i have, i dont seem to enjoy it infact i feel like i had something to do...... something thats worth doing. Something that exploits you,stretches you ,makes you think, work and prespire.

i dont seriously know the last time when i had a serious work to do. Work this word seems so misleading ..........so superflous that i find it so hard to explain.

I have a work that pays me good, takes 9 hours of my not so precious time and i have an office ,a computer and a phone on my desk and my supervisor shouting at the top of her voice right over my shoulder. For all practical purpose it can be mistaken for work.... and all i have met tell me " son THIS is your work "........ and i wonder.

I wonder if its me who is in a deep induced sleep or the sense of insomniac nostalgia that i dont know i am doing ...... or its these people who dont know a JOB from a WORK.

Whatever be the case my search is on and i hope i find teh work i m looking for and till then i guess ill just do my job as i am....... infact writing this blog felt more like work than ........

hello folks

just started this blog today.lookin forward to pour my thoughts here.