The God I made For ME

I made him,.. I, born as the human being made him. He was made by me for me. I think about this, many a times. ITs written in the book of life that God made me and all the things around me. Its written a thousand years ago. Still it lingers within me somewhere doesnt it feel we made him for ourselves. To listne to our prayers, our complaints, our sorrows, very rarely our happiness.

We gave birth to him and the devil. From then humans had this biased feel for the right and the wrong. If there was a right, there ought to be a wrong too. So humans made the devil. Stories told of some place called hell and heaven. God sometimes i do feel I made you. Dont smite me for this o mighty smiter, coz still I have the fear in me which makes me feel that if what I say now turns out to be false I shall suffer in the fathoms of hell!!!!

split seconD of PassioN

The whiff of smoke is still caressing the innermost walls of my lungs. A meal comprising of rice and curry and a walk down the stair from the 6th floor with one of my colleagues, made me look at a carrying lady. She was looking tired and her face looked bare and blood drained. A million.. no maybe i am exagerating a ten thoughts rushed through my mind of the diffculty that god might have included in the installation of birth. I know not how many people might have really thought of the reality in the difficulty to give birth to a new born. The installation is simple, maybe just a few hours, but the acceptance of the licence agrrement is some 9 months of gruelling pain and sufferring. What lead everyone to this. Stop and think its a split second of passion.

The bitterness or the glory of creation is that it has a tinge of passsion to it. What people cover by the name lust,love, and even sex is always an ignission of passion, which lights up every creation of god or every being which evolved according to Charles Darwin. Let it be the pollination of the flowers when the flying bee's have their own share of honey before they help the flowers to pollinate or the animals who find love or the yearning of keeping their breed alive to ignite the shrapnel of passion.

So it all begins with passion. A strong feeling, a rather stronger emotion. This paves way to all the creation on Earth. How come the end copmes with a stronger emotion that many dont realize. The emotion of tears. No one leave the face of Earth without a tear being shed.

So if a woman carries a jumping embryo in her womb, I was wondering which proverb to write off before i end this blog

Let it be

"As you sow shall you reap" or "No pain no gain"