Oscar

Day one was difficult. Keeping time was the most difficult part. Didn’t fall into temptation to eat things outside the diet *wink*. Make of that what you will.

*deep breath* here it goes.

10:40 a.m: Yogurt with Apples, Banana, Muskmelon and strawberry preserve.

1:00 p.m : Salad (cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce) with one whole boiled egg sliced and sausages. Added seasoning.

3:00 p.m : One spoon of muskmelon.

5:00 p.m: One tbsp for peanut butter.

11:45 A.M Breakfast : Eggs

2:45 P.M Lunch : Fish, Veggies and one chappati.

4:45 P.M Snack : One tbsp peanut butter.

6:45 P.M : Coffee black, with one sugar.

8:45 P.M : Pani Puri (quite a lot).

So lessons learned - Keep a timer on and stick to the timings. Easier to stick to the food, difficult to follow according to the timings.

I sit here wondering how Yakub Memon felt just before he was taken to the gallows at 7:00 a.m.  These were the thoughts that went through my head as I remembered the song by Gurudev Tagore. Did he sleep? Was he afraid? (Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high)

Did he know why the country failed him? Did everyone know why he did, the things he did? (Where knowledge is free)

Was he worried for the people who were baying for his blood? (Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls)

Did these people really believe that by sentencing him to death would give them justice? (Where words come out from the depth of truth) Did Justice finally prevail? (Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection)

What is meant by the prayer of faith? This is the first sentence in the introduction on the book - The Autobiography of George Muller.

Ever since I can remember I loved stories. Reading the fictional lives of people who went on adventures and started amazing relationships was always fascinating. While other kids probably read Enid Blyton and The Hardy boys early on, I managed to catch up only in my teenage years. Soon I moved on to autobiographies of a few people. The life of George Muller made a lasting impression on my walk with God. As I type this out, I just bought the Kindle version to remind myself that I can live life with complete dependence on God the Father. I was talking to a fellow lover of philosophy on how impressionable our minds are and how important it is to constantly keep challenging oneself.  I don’t think the frog in the well has any opportunity to be salt and light in the world.

Currently I’m reading the following.   1. Fit to be Tied by Bill and Lynne Hybels

2. The Explicit Gospel by Matt Chandler

3. Mere Christianity by C.S Lewis (part of the complete signature classics in Kindle format)