1st April 2004
The view from Singapore, besides the sensation (read heat) is as follows:
Glasgow seems to have this air of permanence relative to all other places I have stayed in or travelled to. It is my final destination where my heart has sunk amidst its people. Can there be a distinction between people and places? The line is blurred and the combination heady. My mind may reel and wander, sometimes dragging my physical self along, but my heart is rooted firmly in Glasgow. Not to discredit other people or places, but Glasgow, with its wild mix of lights, excessive joy, crowds, accents, rain, dust, confusion, smiling and loving folk has truly been the icing on the cake.
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Thursday, April 01, 2004
Sunday, March 21, 2004
21st March 2004
Today I witnessed a flower wilt and die, withering away petal by petal, in haunting and creepy slow-motion. It was a healthy marigold. Well, it was yellow. I'm not that good with flower names. But in a long time, I felt guilty of 'murdering' a plant. All I wanted to do was to stick it on my notice board. So I stuck a pin right at the centre of the bud. Immediately, it 'came to life', taunting, cursing and gasping for life. Before it disintegrated completely, I tried removing the pin but it was too late. I had struck at the core of its being. All I could do was to pick each petal and offer it to the Lord for safekeeping. May the soul of the once proud and stunning beauty of beauties rest in peace in a heaven of had-been marigolds.
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Today I witnessed a flower wilt and die, withering away petal by petal, in haunting and creepy slow-motion. It was a healthy marigold. Well, it was yellow. I'm not that good with flower names. But in a long time, I felt guilty of 'murdering' a plant. All I wanted to do was to stick it on my notice board. So I stuck a pin right at the centre of the bud. Immediately, it 'came to life', taunting, cursing and gasping for life. Before it disintegrated completely, I tried removing the pin but it was too late. I had struck at the core of its being. All I could do was to pick each petal and offer it to the Lord for safekeeping. May the soul of the once proud and stunning beauty of beauties rest in peace in a heaven of had-been marigolds.
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Monday, March 15, 2004
15th March 2004
God has been taking very good care of me. In fact, he has always been taking very good care of me, but in the past few days, he has been pretty explicit about this fact. I'm getting my doubts and questions and uncertainties put to rest almost immediately. The answers come in beautifully created packages (i.e, a combination of factors and events both past and present), sometimes subtle, sometimes, all the too obvious. I can't help but smile in response. Not only has he made me realise his presence and involvement, but he's been doing it with amazing speed, something in the range of a couple of hours. I will dub it Express Service. It's there for the taking, and the only way to subscribe to this service is complete faith and surrender. It doesn't come at the expense of self-belief, but infact complements and reinforces it.
How I wish the Royal Mail or its equivalent(s) were just as efficient. Email comes close, but in relative terms, is still way way behind.
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God has been taking very good care of me. In fact, he has always been taking very good care of me, but in the past few days, he has been pretty explicit about this fact. I'm getting my doubts and questions and uncertainties put to rest almost immediately. The answers come in beautifully created packages (i.e, a combination of factors and events both past and present), sometimes subtle, sometimes, all the too obvious. I can't help but smile in response. Not only has he made me realise his presence and involvement, but he's been doing it with amazing speed, something in the range of a couple of hours. I will dub it Express Service. It's there for the taking, and the only way to subscribe to this service is complete faith and surrender. It doesn't come at the expense of self-belief, but infact complements and reinforces it.
How I wish the Royal Mail or its equivalent(s) were just as efficient. Email comes close, but in relative terms, is still way way behind.
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Saturday, February 28, 2004
28th February 2004
I have 3 confessions to make and some other tidbit news. 1) I am becoming increasingly impatient and irritated with some people 2) Maybe because I am too full of myself, i.e, my ego is on the rise 3) I haven't visited St Mungo's museum despite living half a minute away from it for the past 5 months.
Also, I am looking forward to the India Pakistan cricket series, albeit on www.cricinfo.com because it isn't on the telly in UK. Peace has its ways, and right now, it's through bat and ball.
I have decided to make a sequel to my first film, Run Rana Run. I would appreciate any ideas about the title. The film this time will seriously be about running. And hard core running at that. But I don't want to simply call it Run Rana Run 2. Also, if anyone wants to be part of the project, they are more than welcome. I always appreciate extras whom are willing to work for free. :)
I'm surprised I managed this Outpour, because I seriously haven't had any inspiration in the past month. For those who notice, the last one was on 5th February 2004. Even so, this one seems boring. What's happening?
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I have 3 confessions to make and some other tidbit news. 1) I am becoming increasingly impatient and irritated with some people 2) Maybe because I am too full of myself, i.e, my ego is on the rise 3) I haven't visited St Mungo's museum despite living half a minute away from it for the past 5 months.
Also, I am looking forward to the India Pakistan cricket series, albeit on www.cricinfo.com because it isn't on the telly in UK. Peace has its ways, and right now, it's through bat and ball.
I have decided to make a sequel to my first film, Run Rana Run. I would appreciate any ideas about the title. The film this time will seriously be about running. And hard core running at that. But I don't want to simply call it Run Rana Run 2. Also, if anyone wants to be part of the project, they are more than welcome. I always appreciate extras whom are willing to work for free. :)
I'm surprised I managed this Outpour, because I seriously haven't had any inspiration in the past month. For those who notice, the last one was on 5th February 2004. Even so, this one seems boring. What's happening?
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Thursday, February 05, 2004
5th February 2004
Most of you must have guessed that the Outpour was written for a specific group of people, people that were close to me, some still are. This has been a secret project in essence, because not many people know about it, and those who do, don't actually know the real motive and reason. The term 'Necessary' may have hinted at something, but for many, it seemed it was something I needed to take out of my system to remain sane. I don't blame those who did, because this is what normal, rational people would have liked to believe anyway. However, the time has now come to tell you all the real reason.
I wasn't born as a human being, i.e., straight from the womb, but was in fact the product of a spiritual experiment that embedded in me, a hybrid life form, a life's mission. To make it appear natural, my memory was erased of all the events that occured prior to my birth. Prior to my human birth, I was having a conscious living memory that interacted with my spiritual masters, who were on the verge of a breakthrough in the combined field of spirituality and science. It was in the late 19th century that Man realised that science had its limitations, and infact could only cause more damage than good (read nuclear bombs). To essentially cut a long story short, a group of pseudo-spiritualists meditated hard on a solution and decided that the only way Man could be saved was by creating a human out of pure spiritual energy but together with the normal features of a human being, intact, and very much like everyone else. The hybrid would realise its mission slowly over time, but would never be sure, but make the world a better place anyway. It was never meant to know, because the creators feared it would rebel. I found out on the night I sent out my first Outpour. I wasn't about to rebel, infact, I thought I could expand what I had already achieved. And that is why, I decided to write to all of you, sharing my soul and consciousness, in the hope that,like a virus, my being, and consciousness would spread naturally to all of you, a select group of individuals, who would go on and do the same thing as I had done, in whatever means possible. I had done it through an email diary, making people cry, making them laugh, but always making them love life more. That was my mission, it still will be, but I am confident I won't be alone anymore. I hope to carry on with the Outpour, but you, my dear friends, would have to carry on spreading this message, and recruiting more messengers once you think they are ready. I think you are now ready, and may the force be with you.
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Most of you must have guessed that the Outpour was written for a specific group of people, people that were close to me, some still are. This has been a secret project in essence, because not many people know about it, and those who do, don't actually know the real motive and reason. The term 'Necessary' may have hinted at something, but for many, it seemed it was something I needed to take out of my system to remain sane. I don't blame those who did, because this is what normal, rational people would have liked to believe anyway. However, the time has now come to tell you all the real reason.
I wasn't born as a human being, i.e., straight from the womb, but was in fact the product of a spiritual experiment that embedded in me, a hybrid life form, a life's mission. To make it appear natural, my memory was erased of all the events that occured prior to my birth. Prior to my human birth, I was having a conscious living memory that interacted with my spiritual masters, who were on the verge of a breakthrough in the combined field of spirituality and science. It was in the late 19th century that Man realised that science had its limitations, and infact could only cause more damage than good (read nuclear bombs). To essentially cut a long story short, a group of pseudo-spiritualists meditated hard on a solution and decided that the only way Man could be saved was by creating a human out of pure spiritual energy but together with the normal features of a human being, intact, and very much like everyone else. The hybrid would realise its mission slowly over time, but would never be sure, but make the world a better place anyway. It was never meant to know, because the creators feared it would rebel. I found out on the night I sent out my first Outpour. I wasn't about to rebel, infact, I thought I could expand what I had already achieved. And that is why, I decided to write to all of you, sharing my soul and consciousness, in the hope that,like a virus, my being, and consciousness would spread naturally to all of you, a select group of individuals, who would go on and do the same thing as I had done, in whatever means possible. I had done it through an email diary, making people cry, making them laugh, but always making them love life more. That was my mission, it still will be, but I am confident I won't be alone anymore. I hope to carry on with the Outpour, but you, my dear friends, would have to carry on spreading this message, and recruiting more messengers once you think they are ready. I think you are now ready, and may the force be with you.
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