Well ofcourse dear.. I have after shave lotion.

I have always failed to understand the affinity of men towards after shave lotions. May be because ever since they are introduced to the world of "Men" an after shave lotion becomes their best friend. Or may be because they watched their fathers use a lotion day after day and waited for the time when they can start using it. What ever the reason I don't get it when they can't limit the usage to what its very name suggests. The concept of replacing an "after shave lotion" to an antiseptic is something that still baffles me to an extent that it sometimes drives me insane.

When I was in primary school every time I came back home with a bruise or a wound, my father would pull out the gleaming white bottle of "Old Spice" after shave lotion and rub it all over me. I hated that smell and hated the concept using it for my bruises. And to top it all the burning sensation the damn thing causes is indeed very painful.
My heart used to pound out of fear when I used to watch my father take out his old spice from the highest level of the closet.My father being the tallest person in the house , in fact the tallest I had known before I met Hari made sure that his stuff was at the top most level of the closet, never knew the concept behind it, but guess he made sure we keep ours hands off his stuff. Well, years after years after shave lotion in my house was replaced to the use of an antiseptic cream. Well what can I say.

Fifteen years later I am now married. Recently I cut my finger in the kitchen and Lo behold what do I see again.. yes of course "After shave Lotion". Damn... man what was the affiliation between it and I. Why do my wounds and it go hand in hand .. is it me or is it the men who are part of my life. Only this time it looked a bit different it is now in a clear bottle and is now colored green. The brand changed from "Old Spice" to "Kenneth Cole", yet fulfilled its duty of an antiseptic cream. My anger knew no limits , no way is that thing getting on my cut. But situation was again the same, I was wounded and couldn't fight back. Hari succeeded in applying it on my wound. He looked so happy and contented , even told me a story of how once his razor cut had gone so bad just cos he didn't the lotion. Dood .. back off that was a razor cut , not all cuts are razor cuts. Anyway I can go on and on this..I don't know if all men are like this or just the men I know are.

Walk by faith, not by sight

Walk by faith, not by sight

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage? His
Father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is

Required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold
Until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for
Help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come

Into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all
Kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some
Human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his
Stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the
Only way he could become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his
Blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump
Next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from
Harm. We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, God is watching
Over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to
Do is reach out to Him. If you liked this story, pass it on. If not, you
Took off your blindfold before dawn.

Moral of the story: Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not
There. "For we walk by faith, not by sight."