One believes that there's no real way to kick off blogging. It should be as absurdly abrupt as getting up at 4 in the morning and actually wanting to complete (no compulsions or pressure) a physics journal (tis pathetic; one shall never forget that fateful dawn).
"There is no baser folly than the infatuation that looks upon the transient as if it were everlasting." - திருக்குறள் (The Thiru KuRal- Verse 311)
Call it Murphy's Law, call it serendipity (ouch- it hurts when it cost one a point for not knowing how well the Britishers managed to corrupt स्वर्णदीप) but the ability of what goes around to come back around often leaven one vexed. Less than two weeks ago one bragged of how the second ambush of the continual onslaught seemed a lot more placid as compared to the one around six months back. Shoving yet another lesson in impermanence in one's face, the mere four hours of sleep every night have proven that one was mistaken in a big way.
Coming to the title of this label, it is inspired from a chapter in Touching My Father's Soul. The innocent brilliance and honest narration of this book have really enthralled one- and one often reads certain portions again. It was after this book that one's respect grew for the Buddhist culture. The deep rooted faith, simplicity and sentiment of complete surrender appealed to one the most. One believes, if one is to stay afloat through this onslaught- such divine intervention will be the only ray of hope.
