2nd May 2004

1) Lord, please accept my rebel thoughts and make them your own. Then discard, use or convert them and send them back as rays of sunshine. Spring is upon us, but the sunshine is inconsistent. Do the same for all fellow Glaswegians. I'm sure they will be more than happy to oblige.

2) Try falling in love with someone's innocence, ignorance and stupidity and watch your day expand into an infinite bubble of bliss. Try also to understand this statement fully in its proper context. But do not pull your hair out in frustration if you can't. Simply talk to me.

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23rd April 2004

Do not just place your trust in someone, believe in it too. If you trust someone, you trust someone. End of story.

As a postscript, if your conviction is wrong, as and when it is, it would be in the future. So no point worrying about how you are going to deal with it now. Until that time comes, or until eternity if it doesn't, do not question anyone, including yourself.

Everyone has reasons for what they do. Trusting someone means accepting those reasons, even if we may not understand them fully, or infact not know them at all. Personally, therefore, chucking the ifs, buts and althoughs out of the window has given me, and will continue to give me a unique bliss popularly known as peace of mind.

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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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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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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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