the descend

"Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

"My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.

"You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit Descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."


p.s. borrowed text and own thought

Faking it, moley

Hello Everyone. It's been really long since I blogged. The fact that it is taking me ten minutes to think of a subject or a starter line says it all. Well for those who blog or read blogs or are aware of what blogs are, the Fake IPL blog is surely on their bookmarks.
The day is incomplete if I don't register a hit on that site. Maybe the owner is actually a KKR member like he professes, or maybe he is fake, also like he professes, maybe he is like the anonymous entity in one night @ a call center. But for those who chanced to read his posts, his identity is least relevant as long as the posts keep coming. They just wouldn't care less. I do not know what he wanted to achieve by starting something like this, but the timing or content of the posts is so gripping and perfect that he/she/it has won the attention of audience from across the milky way. We learn so much about market segmenting, targeting or positioning (STP.. not STD mind you), but this guy seems to have taught Kotler the lessons precisely. It spread so much like a disease across groups and organizations that in no time half the computer screens in the office had this page on. The IPL began as a huge dampener, with less than 10% of the cheering/audience/ambience that was present last year. To compensate for the washed out matches and the lacklustre games, this blog has created enough and more vibes. Summon the FBI or CIA to trace the mole, but as Austin Powers would have it:

Mole. Bloody mole. We aren't supposed to talk about the bloody mole, but there's a bloody mole winking me in the face. I want to c-u-u-t it off, ch-o-o-p it off, and make guacamole.

Nice to mole you... meet you. Nice to meet you, Mole.

Silver Jubilee

My almamater will be celebrating its silver jubilee this year.. couldnt care less.

I will be celebrating my silver jubilee too. Did I just say celebrating? I feel like I have vegetated for half of my productive life... considering the first five a pain for people around, the last five to be a greater pain (hopefully not). Looking forward to the other half... would you like to place your bet on a cabbage? My take is potato. A couch potato :)

Cheers

I pray

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,


and the wisdom to know the difference.

Get your fundamentals in place I say

Its recession. Take a recess break while the HRs pull up their stocks.. oops socks I meant. Buy low sell high they say. Am not sure if people are buying stocks now but the vice versa is true. Time for the recruiters to rope in the best brains at fundamentals before the technicals start acting. Gone are the days that brand determines the price (At least I would like to believe so for the next few months). You get paid for what you are worth... its a hobson's choice. You take the blue pill or the red pill - you survive only if you are fit.

9 months

Its exactly nine months since I started work :O

Could have had a baby instead

2009

2008 has been a mixed one. . . I'd wish to say it sure was one of the most successful for me- miles to go though.
Am blank now. What next? 2009? Come in... take your seat.. What can I do for you?
I do not intend to make any resolutions but would definitely work on one thing...
Say NO when it matters - not before , not after.