Saturday, September 03, 2005


This is not a personal blog. This is a political blog. The personal is political and the political can be intensely personal (if it wasn't, why the hell would anyone care about it). What kind of blog is this?

My grandmother (who has just begun using a computer) sent me this poem. It was forwarded to her by my mother. As a family, we don't usually communicate via forwards! Anyway, here it is.

To Each His Own

I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.

If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.

God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.

So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.

So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same

~Author Unknown~

Now I'm excited about going home.
(PS - this is like the inside of a Rupa Mehra card)

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