Simple

Keeping it simple today.

Bad things happen for good reasons.
-GhanDEEP

Love All,

GhanDEEP

The Car Ride

My father was driving me to school today and I saw a little girl in the car in front. She was probably in her elementary years and just as my dad was taking me to school; her mom was probably doing the same. She sat in the backseat with a toy in the right hand but paid no attention to it. Instead her head was on a swivel, constantly twisting and turning to see where she was at and where she was going. I found this very peculiar.

Instead of enjoying the toy she has, she is worried about where her mother driving. I am doing the same. Instead of enjoying what I have right now in life, I am so caught up in what I am going to be doing and where I will end up in the future. But why worry when her mother is driving the car? Why worry when her mother knows where she is going? In the same sense, why should I worry when Jesus has a set plan for me in my life?

It’s natural for us humans to worry because it’s hard for us to trust someone/something who isn’t even tangible, who isn’t physically here on the earth, who doesn’t physically talk to us. How can we trust that? But seen in the example, the mother drives the child but can the opposite be said? Can the child drive the mother? The simple answer is no. In that same sense, God can lead us on a path but we are incapable of leading our own lives.

So how can we trust a God who lacks physical presence?

We trust in him because we as humans are incapable of driving our own lives in the right direction. Humans are too selfish, too insecure, too unstable, too corrupt, and finally and most importantly, humans are too human.

Love All,
GhanDEEP

Ps: leave some more comments of your honest input.

I am "weird". Are you?!?!

This blog goes out to one special person. Thanks for teaching me something about life today and sorry for the things I did. Hopefully you know who you are.

I am a guy full of jokes, whether they are funny or not (most the times they aren’t) I love to joke. So today I found myself picking on an innocent person; just joking about his/her “weirdness” but I think that person took it the wrong way. But it’s ok because soon enough, I tasted a little bit of my own medicine. The very next period, my classmates ranted about how weird I was. It didn’t bother me much but it came to a point where I got insecure about who I am and my identity. I guess I realized how the other person felt.

As I left class, I slugged through the hallway- my shoes sliding across the tiles, my head leaned to one side, and my shoulders dropping downwards. I couldn’t stop thinking about the topic of being “weird”. Then I realized something; everyone is “weird”, making “being weird” a normal characteristic. So in a sense, not “being weird” which means “being normal” is very “weird”. It’s funny how God uses irony and karma to teach me something.

We, as human beings, are all “weird” but “being weird” makes us all normal.

PS: As an apology to the person I joked about here’s a list of “weird” things I do so next time you can get back at me. This is also a way to show that I am normal by stating how “weird” I am. Lol

1. When I walk, I often times like to pretend that I dribbling pass defenders. (I do this a lot in school. If you see my moving my arms, I am dribbling not doing some Chinese dance)

2. When I’m home, I like to wear only my boxers and my socks.

3. Often times, I sit in the bath tub, with the music blasting, and think about random things like “I wonder if I will have picture frames when I move out” (Because pictures frames are a hassle but I want to have memories and pictures and also nobody takes real pictures anymore it’s all digital so where would I get my pictures from?)

4. When I throw away empty water bottles, I crushed them because if I don’t they take too much space in the trash can.

5. I have a T.V. at my house that isn’t connected to cable, dish, any game systems, or any dvd players. So basically the only the T.V. can do is display a black screen that says “no connection”.

6. I have a crush on Yoon Ji from We Got Married but she is a celeb that I have never met nor talked to.

7. I like eating in my room. The dining room is too spacious.

8. There is a trash can next to me but I am too lazy to put in a new trash bag so I end up walking to the other room to throwing something way. But walking to the other room takes more energy than putting in a new trash bag.

9. I don’t like wearing shorts because they don’t fit my “style”.

10. I have a crush on the dentist secretary I go to because she calls me cute all the time.

Love All,

GhanDEEP

PS2: oo leave some comments! I would love to hear your HONEST input. :]

Marshmallows

The other day I found myself reading this article on Yahoo and realized something- Society embeds into our brains that life is all about obtaining the most marshmallows possible. Marshmallows as in the things in the world that provide us joy, usually, money, sex, cars, drugs, and etc.

In the same way that these children wait twenty minutes to obtain four more marshmallows, we waste our entire lives in order to obtain the most marshmallows possible. But have you ever eaten a marshmallow before? Yes, these fluffy treats are irresistibly delicious but how long does the joy last? Maybe one marshmallow provides you happiness for 5 minutes- at the most. Then you long for another one- slowly becoming addicted. Sooner later, no amount of marshmallows can satisfy your cravings. Sadly that is how we live.

So the question I ask is; Why go through all of the troubles to obtain these “marshmallows” when in reality they aren’t even that great?

Even as high school students, how many times do we find ourselves giving up things in order to succeed in school? For example, we give up our integrity and honor by cheating, and give up sports or hobbies and sometimes even give up friends. But why go through all of this trouble? Why lose our integrity and honor? Why give up something in life that means a lot to us? All for what? To get into a better college? To have an “easier” life? Excuse my language, but that’s bullshit. I’ve seen adults who graduated from Tech and ended up working at a gas station. I’ve seen parents such as my own who don’t even have an American High School Diploma yet they are making more money than those people who graduated from Duke, UGA, and Yale. This doesn’t mean, go through high school doing absolutely nothing but then again, don’t allow this fascination of “marshmallows” to dictate your life because in the end, no amount of marshmallows is worth dedicated your life to.

As human beings, we are brainwashed to believe that life is centered on obtaining as many marshmallows as possible. Not only do we waste our time, but in the process, sometimes friendships, morals, and even family can be lost due to our addiction. I don’t know what the purpose of life is but I do know that obtaining marshmallows is not it.

Love All,

GhanDEEP

PS: leave some comments, i would like to know your thoughts. Honesty is mandatory. Thanks

The Backyard NBA Court

The grassy greens of the backyard surrounded the four sides of an enclosed cement platform. Centered on a side was a black pole, towering ten feet high. On top of the pole rested a large glass board with an orange rim nailed in perpendicularly. The fall breeze blew the multi-colored leaves over the gritty concrete floor, bordering all four sides and leaving the middle uncovered. The contrast between the pure white of the middle and the yellow, orange, and red of the border created a natural spot light in the middle. All leaves were watching, anticipating, waiting for the superstar to arrive. I am the superstar and this is my own backyard NBA court- a place where dreams were dreamt, where dreams were chased, and where dreams were reality.

Love All,

GhanDEEP

Are you serious?!?!?

Today, I found myself enjoying another episode of the show Scrubs (if you haven’t seen the show yet, go watch it!). Throughout the episode, these two lovers, JD and Elliott (JD being the male and Elliott being the female), find themselves in a quarrel because JD didn’t express his love for Elliott romantically enough. He did what any typical guy would do-said the simple “I love you”. Apparently it didn’t satisfy Elliott’s emotions so she demanded that he find another “spontaneous” time to express that he not only loves her but also to what extent he loves her. JD tries his best. Once in front of his colleagues, but then she demanding denies with a “Not in front of everybody”. Another time when she enters the bathroom, but then she embarrassingly admits to having to “poo”. What great timing!?!?! Finally JD gives up and simply tells Elliott that “I love you” should be a strong enough statement and her obsession of having this perfectly romantic scene is “crazy”. This sparks a quarrel, ruining the vacation to the Bahamas. But eventually after watching their friend’s wedding, the two lovers find themselves sitting on a dock with their feet swinging back and forth over the waves of the ocean, reminiscing on their relationship. JD realizes that this is the perfect time to confess his love. He looks Elliott in her eyes and says, “Elliott I love you more than I love Turk.” By the way, Turk is JD’s best friend whom is also a male. This one line touches Elliott and she begins to sob.

The weird thing is; In this totally SERIOUS relationship, two lovers who SERIOUSLY love each find themselves in a totally SERIOUS fight yet it’s the NOT SERIOUS line (“I love you more than I love Turk”) that solves everything. In life, everyone views certain things to be totally SERIOUS such as, love, fighting, sports, work, and school yet it’s the not serious things that make everything better. Yes, there are times when being serious is the only option but in the other parts in life let’s loosen up and be not serious because as we can see it makes living this tough life a lot easier.

PS: I got a new layout. I know it's kinda girly but I like it so dont be hating!

Love All,

GhanDEEp

Writing Assignment Two

Hello guys! mee ahn that i have been so lazy with this whole writing thing. i guess lately i just lost my passion for it but heres a quick assignment i had to write in ap lang. Its not too great because i wrote it in 15 min before it was due. lol. i made the assignment humerous enjoy!

He sits in a hunched position almost as if he is anticipating something- something he had been anticipating for a while. The chandelier light reflects off his greasy forehead on to his once Atlanta Falcons jersey hanging on the wall- a thing of the past. His tense shoulders hunch over his arms that are resting in a criss-cross position on the table. His belly bulges out of the orange jump suit as if he had been 3 months pregnant. His legs stretch out but remain close together because of the shackles connecting his ankles.

He looks up at his jersey. The old memories flash by. At that moment everything changes. The four walls transform into four groups of red and black, surrounding him and watching his every move. The table in front transforms into 11 challengers, all trying to stop him. His orange jumpsuit transforms into a suit of armor covered by a red and black fabric. The shackles on his ankles are replaced with fancy cleats that have the number 7 written all over them. (Guess who!)

A soft tender voice interrupts his memory. “ Honey your meal is ready.” A young petit black woman walks in holding a steaming piece of meat that rests on a fancy china dish. His moist tongue glides over his thick voluptuous lips. His pupils dilate in anticipation- anticipation for his first meal back from jail. He begins to eat, in solitude. Since the long days of being behind the bars, he has grown to learn to be his own company. The shiny silver knife pierces through the tender meat and 4 silver stakes stab the bit size piece and then enters his mouth. This happens over and over again- each time increasing in speed. He picks up the plate and licks it clean, leaving nothing behind. Allow me to remind you, he is not your ordinary criminal, he is a dog killer.

Love All,

GhanDEEP