A penny for my thought, anyone?

On the way back from Grandma's last evening, my parents were talking about something bad that had happened to somebody: a traumatic experience that has left everybody invovled, rattled. Dad, after a moment of thought, heaved a sigh and wondered aloud about why God puts people through such pain. They're people who've never wished harm on anybody and have lived their lives as good human beings.

Which got me thinking: What if we're all wrong in the way we see this?

What if it's not God who's putting us through the pain? What if it's the work of El Diablo?

Really, if everything said about God is true, then He should stand for all that's good, and only that. I think it's the devil that puts us through the tests to see if we still emerge singing praises of God, or just give up and live a Godless life. So when we say, "Why is he putting us through this?", we should start meaning the fallen angel and not God.

Maybe even God will agree with my perspective.

Of days in Mumbai.

I've spent the last ten days in the star-studded city of Mumbai. It was a most refreshing trip, and i come back a new person.

I blew close to 20 grand on shopping - a stupidity i will pay for dearly over the next few months. I mean, who goes to Mumbai and shops for 20K? I did manage to get a lot of good stuff though (bet you're thinking, "you'd better have!"), and quite a bit of it for the family. But still.

I managed to go to some new eating places, travelled the Sea Link, drove down to Ali Baugh to have a (totally sucky) meal at the Radisson, partied at the most happening place in town, took lots of pictures, recreated the infamous Bailey's night at Hyderabad, learned a few secrets, vegetated, experienced the most amazing Thai foot massage and of course, shopped like the whole concept was going out of fashion. Pictures will follow shortly. Like, the minute i'm over the vacation lag. And the trauma of sporting a round face with plump cheeks thanks to all the eating!