Lotus and the Cross

Finally, it's over.

I was the last presenter of the last tutorial.

Strange thing though.

I wrote so much in the handouts I expected the class to bury their eyeballs in the texts, which means I could bury my face behind my paper too.

But when I started reading from my handout, they looked up at me.

Er... God, why are they looking up?

I stopped reading from the text. I looked up at then too.

And so I stopped reading and started presenting.

Thus for a few good minutes I spoke about the Dalits. When I saw the student's shocked expressions upon hearing the atrocious discrimination Dalits face, I knew why God put me where I stood, and why he had gotten me their attention.

So I spoke passionately, passing on the fire Joseph D'souza had for the oppressed.

When I finished, the class smiled. Someone said I sounded more like I was promoting than presenting. I smiled.

Now they all think I'm Buddhist.

0-_-o

At last week's lecture on South Asian religion, I really thought I'd make a great Buddhist, even a monk. Buddha's "Middle Way" ideology I completely subscribe to. It's basically the logic of neither craving nor aversion. What the Bible would speak of as living a simple life.

See... too much craving is not good, and neither is too much abstinence.

I basically derive big joys from small things. For example, I love:

-Riding in fast cars

-Talking to pretty intelligent girls (pretty refers to the intelligence)

-Cookies in milk

(In no particular order.)

So I take them when I get them and I enjoy them while I can.

But if I don't get them I'm fine.

Anything is permissible, but I will not be mastered by anything.

I agree with the Buddhist way of life.

Just that I can only attain such peace through Christ.