The Search begins and..of course Ends..

You know the last time there was so much of why on the page…I thought I’ll give it some time sink in. well..that and the Bangalore city pally perunal kinda took a lot of my time ..u see.
Some one once told me to write about something..
He :“why don’t you blog?”
Me: “well..”
He:” it’s a great tool of effective communication “
Me: “geee..Thats swell, but what do I blog on”
He:”ANYTHING”
Me : “anything?”
He:u know..cows, burger ,pork, safety pins, bags , clothes shoes, global warming,ozone depletion,rape,presidential rule…blah blah blah and blah
Me: “oh..i don’t really know..let me see..i want to write about something I really feel about.
He: “dirty joke”,(sorry cant print that one )
Me: “not soo funny.”
He: o.k..let me know if you ever find some thing.

So, I tossed and turned and talked and went about my days in perfect bliss, not knowing what to write about.
TILL..ONCE UPON A DAY ..it struck me…
I’m going to write about ..about…well, simple..ME.
Now, what about me?
Well, not pretty enough to write about…actually I kinda tilt the scales a bit..
Then…intelligence…heheheh
Then …philosophy…I’ll leave that to a philosopher friend of mine
My church..leave it to the ones who’ve been to MSOT..
Then the one thing was left..my identity..the spirit of the soul..the zeal for my Lord..my inheritance(no not the type u are thinking of right now.)

My knanayitvam

I am what I am because my God decided that he would like to see me in this knanaya fold.

So, though I’m really not an expert at this I am going to share with whoever wants to read this the true meaning of what it is to be “a royal priesthood”.

So, as I learn, I invite you to understand me, my culture, my heritage and why I am a zealot.

And psssssssstttttttt… my dear friend,
Here is what really touches my soul, my very being..my Lord, myKNANAYA culture and the KNANAYA people and that’s whats going to be written about in these blogs.

the great WHY?

...NO question WHY!!..but..WHY?...then..WHY? I said,"NO QUESTION WHY!!"
those three words...I truly have never figured out what my dads affinity towards these words were.So as I grew up and now my kids ask the great..you know what question , the more educated , I, reply "'coz the sky is so high"huuuuhhh?but WHY? oh..no!!"Does this never end?" I asked a friend of mine.So, my friend says,well..if it ends i guess we all end.So I figure it's in our software . Thats why we go on you see.well..let me try and draw a word flow for you here,using,of course, real life examples, my granddad asked WHY and my dad asked it and then I did and then my daughter and i'm sure her kid will someday and then hopefully i'll have generations asking WHY.
WHY me?
WHY this?
WHY not that?
WHY cant I?
WHY should I?
now WHY am i writing this and why are there so many WHY's on this page?
oh welllll.........mmmmmmm.......WHY the hurry? i'm just getting started. God bless!