End of Days !!! devil cometh

i was just going through the usual news pages when something caught my eye. it was a short link which led me to a site which claims that the current Pope gonna last a very short time and then devil will impersonate late Pope john paul II and that will be the end of days for the world as we know it.

http://www.worldslastchance.com/index.php?p=next_and_last_pope.php

but do we really need the devil to take the pain of coming to earth himself? what about the hate we all have inside us. why has it become so tough to love, to enjoy someone else's happiness? why "me" , "mine" all the time? i am no one to take names here because i m also the same. why do i want to be happy just by making me comfortable, and loved and wanted, what about loving and wanting others?? does the devil live inside me too? i guess it does.....

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Love

its perhaps one of the most commonly used words. i m remembering few lines from the movie "love actually". something which said that the most universal feeling of the world is indeed .. "Love". it drives the world. love for a person, love for an animal, love of doing something, love of NOT doing 'anything' , love for god. even the terrorist Love to HATE.

sometimes it makes us strong, sometimes it makes us weak. when i left my wretched job without any other backup, it was the strength given by the love my man had for me. i was strong enough to say "i Quit" (Oh... how i loved it). every morning when i let him go out of my sight to the same trains which were blown away by the serial bomb blast in Mumbai, its my love for god that gives me strength. but at the same time, love makes us do things we would never have done if it wasn’t for 'that person' , 'that place', 'that moment'.

it hurts, hurts like hell when we do something that is Oh so against our ethics, morals and consciousness. yet we do it, again and again.

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My First Post

its amazing how a person like me who has been in the IT sector for last 7-8 years is posting her first Blog so late. Don't get me wrong. i m not lazy or marooned on my own island. its just that i have this problem of sharing my experience with anyone. and here, all the world is an audience.
but something happened to me 7 months ago that changed me... very slowly, but effectively.

i got married...

for many girls in India its the end of freedom, end of being able to do, say, think what we like. but not for me. its been the most wonderful 7 months for me. No, i DID NOT grow up. No i did not become mature and grown up. i became a child again. i found the childhood that i never had. first time i believed in the fact that even i can be important for someone even if i m not standing first in the class or supporting my family. i can ask for something i want, wish to have. and i know that i don't have to be strong like a steel brick. i can be weak, i can cry. there is someone who holds me and tell me that everything is going to be fine. he is not god. he cant make everything work the way its supposed to, but he is the next closest thing for me.

post wedding life hasn't exactly been the bed of roses. i have had many painful moments. but whenever those moments make me feel lost and failed, our love gives me courage to face the morning and face the world.

sometimes i don't believe that i had lost him, well nearly lost him so many times, but he was always there. waiting for me. every time i fell, he took me in his arms, made me stand on my feet again, and then stepped back int he shadows... like a guarding angel...
how will i ever make it up to him for all those times i have hurt him real bad...
may be one day.....

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