The week has been an insane one. From trying out new places to working round the clock because we were short of people — which also includes the maddening time when I had to work directly under the Editor — I have had numerous opportunities to scream at the top of my voice.
From the book I have started reading, here’s an excerpt that struck me the most:
I hope no reader will suppose that “mere” Christianity is here put forward as an alternative to the creeds of the existing communions — as if a man could adopt it in preference to Congregationalism or Greek Orthodoxy or anything else.
It is more like a hall out of which doors open into several rooms. If I can bring anyone into that hall, I have done what I attempted. But it is in the rooms, not the hall, that there are fires and chairs and meals. The hall is a place to wait in, a place from which to try the various doors, not a place to live in. For that purpose the worst of the rooms (whichever that may be) is, I think preferable. It is true that some people may find they have to wait in the hall for a considerable time, while others feel certain almost at once which door they must knock at. I do not know why there is this difference, but I am sure God keeps no one waiting unless He sees that it is good for him to wait. When you do get into the room you will find that the long wait has done some kind of good which you would not have had otherwise. But you must regard it as waiting, not as camping. You must keep on praying for light: and, of course, even in the hall, you must begin trying to obey the rules which are common to the whole house. And above all you must be asking which door is the true one; not which pleases you best by its paint and paneling.
Reading, reading and more reading
After Crazy Love (by Francis Chan), I dived into The Perks of Being a Wallflower (by Stephen Chbosky), which I finished it in a day because I love it so much. It’s a very very sad book though; I am dying to watch the movie now. Anyway, I am reading Mere Christianity (by C.S. Lewis) now.
Say hello to Kiwi!
My very talented sister made this stuff toy, which is currently at my workplace to bring some cheer. I named him Fluffy, but my friend, who is so much cooler at the name-thingy, exclaimed when she first saw him, “Oh goodness! He looks like the Kiwi fruit.” Hence, he was baptised as Kiwi.
My very own magic wand
Sis strikes again. She made this little bookmark for me, which I personally feel looks like a wand-cum-lit cigarette. Makes the books looks pretty funky though.
One more fridge magnet
Magnet Fairy struck again and got me and another friend an awesome fridge magnet from his trips to Monaco (*jealous jealous). The part-time Fairy also happens to be a big-shot full time photographer and gets to travel abroad every other month and currently is in London. (*Jealous jealous jealous)
Playboy Club in the city
The Club opened up in the city, the first one in India, and we were all so excited to check it out. Sadly, it was very boring and the music being played was not what I enjoy very much. Plus, I don’t drink at all, so it’s not like I was looking forward to getting high etc. But, it was still an amazing night out with friends.
I hope you had an amazing week.
Thank you for reading!
*This entry also happens to be my 100th post (*feeling proud and happy*)