I don't often pray, to people, to Him, or whom so ever one should be doing at a given moment. Because, simply put, I, am way to egoistic and proud to be found pleading before somebody for something I feel, I ought to have. Taking things the way they come and making the best use of them (and that also includes making happy faces when you feel like strangling people's neck for no good fault of theirs) is my way of living what me and you would term as life.
So are people like me special, possessing out of this world will power, which puts them in a different bracket than the teeming millions, far, away from the maddening crowd?
The extended pause, was to allow for you to think, form an opinion, and make up your mind, in awe, of course, of the kind of people I just described, because, I am no different than say half of the people you would run into any fine day - hypocrites, who want the world to think highly of them and act as if next to the big bang, only they are the ones responsible shaping the world it looks like, today.
And if, by now you have an opinion regarding the question that I posed before wandering off track, and it says yes, such people are indeed special, stop. And no, I won't ask you to think again, because, your (and possibly my) thinking is altogether wrong. People who don't believe in the power of prayer are weak , fallible and the most afraid of themselves. They don't pray because they are afraid their prayers would never be heard, leave alone be answered. And so they sit back and let life take its own course, proud at never having the need to bow in front of anybody, when in fact, even they are desperate enough to ask something of Him.
Such people, form the easiest target for the devil, for their is no need for the evil forces to force them into submission all the time. All they ever need to do is keep an eye on such targets so that they do not convert to the other side of thought out of the blues.
Why I wrote the above piece of junk... is still out of my mind.
But I guess I saw the devil or one of his numerous manifestations today, which prompted me to pen this down. Sitting in my college library, I was feeling way too off colour, with thoughts of weird nature coming back to haunt me, every now and then, preventing me from finishing off the job at hand. So I decided I had to pray, and pray with a clear conscience so that I may be heard and I may start with what I have been putting off from a long time. And as I sat with folded hands to express my thoughts in prayer, I felt someone patting me on my back. As I looked back, I saw it was a friend, who had dropped in to say a Hi. We chatted said our goodbyes, and he went his own way, smiling. Soon I began feeling sleepy to, and decided it was time to go back to my hostel room. I gathered my stuff and moved out of the library. Only when I had walked out of the academic building, did I realise what I had been actually doing before my friend dropped in. And then, I remembered his smiling face as he had walked off, away from me...