I looked at the religion of my birth
There were questions it couldn’t answer
I looked at the religion of oneness
And found that there were many
Month / September 2015
SOME SPINACH & SOME SPAGHETTI…VOILA!
So I fancy myself as a ‘food rustler’ ie someone who can rustle up something edible form what’s in the fridge/larder. With a little help from what comes out of bottles & cans. Honestly, I could do more, but moi le masterchef can’t cut & peel & chop – it’s too tiresome!
Oftentimes, my go-to dish is my version of spaghetti and spinach, although I see no reason why another form of pasta cannot be substituted. It’s simple, it’s a quick, one dish meal and most importantly, something which the family all eat without fussing.
Here goes –
TAT TVAM ASI*
Father. Brother. Husband. Son.
Boss. Colleague. Businessman. Friend.
This I am.
A guy who can play the fool.
At times, a complete fool.
Middle aged, greying. Yet childish.
This, too, I am.
Capable of reading anything. Anything.
THE HEATHEN, THE INFIDEL & THE IRONY
Both reject, both disbelieve, both repudiate
Exhort, incite, instigate, intimidate
Challenge, provoke, propagandize
Mock, joust, maim, kill, eulogize
Irresistible force, immoveable object
Seismic shocks, cataclysmic change
The world tremulates
Asking for Help – Please Share and Help Me Find My Sister
Greed. And Denial.
Excuse me, please, aren’t you a _____?
An invitation post for a cause I believe in, which I’d like to share. And if there are others among us who feel the same, hook up with Jimi’s blog –
https://projectfreefaith.wordpress.com
Let me introduce Kunal Thakore, author of the blog “Random rants ruminations ramblings.” The first of hopefully many guest bloggers to add to the discussions here at Project: Free Faith. I hope you enjoy the message contained. Peace be with you.
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“Excuse me, please, aren’t you a _____?”
A casual introduction to a stranger over a drink. “Hi, I’m ___!” “Oh, didn’t know you were a ___!”
Forms to filled in and documented as routine. I sign my name. One look and “Are you a ___?”
I pass a place of worship. I instinctively bow my head in reverence. My co-passenger asks me “Aren’t you a ___?”
A melee and a mob as I run an errand. I’m accosted. “You! Are you a ___?”
I stand at Immigration. I’m asked to step forward. “Good morning, sir, are you a ___?”
A midnight knock at the door…
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