Tuesday, March 14, 2017

A fortnight of detour!

It has been the strangest month to say the least.I should have been in the UK but I found myself in the odd position of having done the wrong ielts and therefore my stint was postponed.
It was a prayer answered for my aunt who had an appointment with Kenny for her spine.She had a disc prolapse in C3 and C4 and was somehow convinced she would be healed in CMC although she could have got the surgery done in the best of institutions in Delhi free of cost,thanks to uncle's CGHS facilities.Churches were praying for her.
Kenny was a little apprehensive about the surgery slot because he was travelling and the slots were filled up till May."Incase" ,he said there is too much of delay he could make arrangements in baptist ,bangalore with a friend of his.It was a joy to meet Kenny as usual and just when  the greetings were over Kenny got a phone call. Someone had just then cancelled a surgery. My aunt got the slot right away.Kenny kindly arranged for admissions the same day so there was no usual strife of running around.My cousin and family saw the hand of God at every step.The Lord was faithful as usual.The surgery went smoothly by the grace of God.My aunt entered the premises of CMC on a wheelchair and left it walking with such gratitude to God and God's people in her heart.My cousin has started a chain whereby she has decided to help another church person with chronic kidney disease to come over to CMC for treatment.
What better way could a fortnight of my life be spent.The Lord had his own share of blessings and surprises along the way.I met up with Dr Sam David,ran into Arpit Mathew in his office and met Sarah aka.The Elim AG church in Vellore was a big blessing.
Kenny as usual was extremely kind and thoughtful.Alex and Roshni were there to fall back on .
We felt ministered unto in CMC .All of us go back with a lot of gratitude in our hearts...and I move on one step at a time...assured that 'My time is in His hands'and the Lord will lead me on.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Just an update.

Sauntering around Delhi waiting for a paper to be delivered by the indian postal service,I needed a book to read.My sister and my neice suggested reading ,'Boy in striped pajamas' by John Boyne.The book is caricatured around Auswitz during the holocaust of the second world war.A deeply disturbing book,written in a childlike language but speaks a grown up  language.It is a deeply disturbing book to say the least.When one steps back and looks at the book from a distance it gives one a voyeur's look into human lives .That is what it was actually like!
In the final leg of my visa application I realised I needed a TB screen for pulmonary tuberculosis.I had done one in my hospital before I left but I realised I needed to do it in an allocated hospital.I got my appointment booked from the airport and sardarjee cab driver  dropped me to the hospital at nine in the morning.The doctor I had an appointment with in her small talks mentioned  that her entire family was in Ashford ,she was prompt,up to the point and went out of her way to finish my work which took just over a fifteen minutes.All I needed was a chest X-ray .
I have a different story about the indian postal system though.Speed post from Lakhnadon to Dwarka in New Delhi took nineteen days to reach.It had my sister and brother-in-law doing the rounds of the post-office for three consequtive days before it was actually delivered.
Finally I have all the papers I need.
The journey to VFS the other day was quite a revelation.I took the airport metro from sector twentyone which delivered me to Shivajee metro station which was the address of the centre.The floor near the metro had a queue  for chinese visa.I asked my way around and I was directed towards  the escalater to the floor above.The VFS global visa has all types of facility mushroomed around it.There was a help unit which cleared all your doubts which included charging for things one could do oneself on the net.To the right is a lounge of sorts which deals with international telephones.nets.driver licence.etc and there are ready coffee shops,eateries catering to international tastes,etc.Smart marketting stratefy,was what I thought.
My neice has submitted a project on 'Bees' for her zoology .It makes an interesting reading.The last time I was in a CMF in London the same topic was the table talk.I remembered a junior colleague of mine who's father is a bee engineer.Interesting carreer to have was what I thought. He tells me he did his graduation in Agriculture and then specialised in apiculture.



Sunday, February 12, 2017

God of glory!

I make my onward journey today,unusual journey to say the least.The church at home has been such an encouragement.Yesterday the word was from Deutronomy 11 vs 8-12.Today I started my  journey in faith with an open agenda.I got the word yesterday,I started walking today,truly a walk of prayer and the closed doors just started opening one by one and the glory goes to the Lord who has called me and will lead me safely home through His everlasting purposes.
Amen.



Saturday, February 11, 2017

Morning in Mangan

 Morning sounds of the dripping tap ,garden hose watering the green ,the birds chatting away ,singing sweetly unconcerned what day and what time.The milkman's can creaking in tandem with the boots as he makes his way from the cowshed to the kitchen where he empties the can into different cannisters,some for the supply and some for home.The thick layer of cream on the milk ,for butter,, cheese, curd and buttermilk,Hen-len and her siblings had gone on a self proclaimed holiday for sometime has started laying eggs again.Egg fried-rice in pure ghee with a tall glass of thick milk brings back childhood memories of house helps hastily making snack for me when I made a detour home from school at odd hours as a child.
Hero enjoying his new kennel hastily built by 'friday',looks like a beach-shack in Goa.Does not miss a thing.What a blessing dogs have been to the family.I am not much of a cat person.
The old structure,built in ethnic style which has stood the ground for twenty years and has served as a kitchen for the servants,storeroom and rooms for the drivers and maids has been razed to the ground.The complex now looks so much prettier with a ground in the front for the sun,peanuts,barbeques and oranges in the sun.
Emptying the old structure was like going on a treasure hunt.Things forgotten,things long lost,old heirlooms but most precious of all was me and my older siblings mugs which emerged from one of the cupboards.The mugs had had the privellage of only holding milk because tea was 'no,no' for the children.Mangar Baje,our evergreen  .housekeeper poured milk into the mugs every night and morning 

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Little moments,big implications!

It is little more than a fortnight since I have come home.I was actually to be home less than a fortnight but my IELTES result which is essential for my visa was postponed on two occassions so I am home longer than I anticipated.This time it has been postponed for a week more, so I get to meet my older sister who is here at the end of the month.I consider this the most precious days of my life.
Farmlife is a different ballgame alltogether.There is always work to be done and fruitful work for that matter.I find the whole thing very restful.
Yesterday I spent the early morning picking a huge bunch of mustard leaves ,the green fresh ones and sent half of it to the bible camp for the youth that is going on in the church and seperated the yellow ones to dry them .I am learning to make 'gundruk' a traditional nepali dried mustard leaf.My father gets mighty impressed to see me show interest in the farm work.I also picked up the first brocoli of the season to be sent to the church.Later in the day,I took down the large quantities of garlic that has been left to dry ,I seperated it from the stem,unshelled and cleaned a lot of them and dipped them in vinegar.
I also enjoy the three wards of my sister aged between seven to nine,who have just come back from their vacation at their homes.It is a joy to watch them as they develop into different personalities,their equation with each other;One of them is here just for the vacation,
My cousin Monda who is full of life, always has something up her sleeve.The other day ,we went boating in the newly formed Mantam lake which is beautiful to say the least.I hope it survives the monsoon though.I saw some youngsters building a raft with bamboos and drums to ferry a pick up across the river.It reminded me of Burma and south America.We sang our way back with the audio,,,,hillsong,vineyard and so on.
I also spent some time in the evening doing some research on an appointment for an aunt of mine who might need a neck surgery.Our dear Kenny David has asked her to be brought to Vellore for a look over and surgery if required.
These are interesting times and I would not change it for anything else.
I thank the Lord for the grace of these precious times.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The raddish,the ginger,the cat who demanded it's feed and the upper room discourse!

Yesterday the workers cleared one part of our kitchen garden to put in new seeds.They unearthed mamoth-sized raddishes ,like the types I had seen during the south american revival times.Each one weighing a couple of kilograms.My dad thought that it might be much too ripe and was asking the boys to use it as cattle fodder.I had other thoughts.I spent half a day cleaning and cutting them and making simple pickle in lemon water with green chilly,giant sized ginger ,salt and a herb I am not sure what they call.It is in the sun .
I also made a lot of raddish chips some of which I packed for my cousin and a senior church friend.The dinner was raddish parathas made in pure home-made ghee.Even my diabetic uncle who is on insulin and very careful with his food ate five mini parathas.My cousin who had eight mini-parathas argued that it was like eating two,looking at the size of the fare.
In our family reading we are looking through the upper room discourse and it's significance as being the heart of christian faith.
My sister is neck deep writing on 'the church architecture ,a window into the christian presence in Sikkim' for the state gazzetere.It is a fascinating read.
In between all these I bake biscuits,just spend time in the sun with my parents,watch the carpenters in the minute details of their work,feed and talk to Hero,our tibetain apso.The other day I had just gone to feed him and was walking back to the kitchen when one of the cats with no name, nudged me.I unconciously complained ,'why is this cat hitting me?'Instantly my mom observed that I had forgotten to feed the cat.
My neice is studying for her final exams in Delhi and we all are busy scouring the options she has for her specialisation.Hope she makes it to the UK with me.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

So far so good.

The church today was a simple affair.A young preacher preached about choices and destiny.It was precise,simple and profound .The concluding verse was John 15,stressing the relationship between abiding and being fruitful.
We sang some old hymns of the yore and we prayed...oh we prayed.
The last few days have been spent with the family....amongst oranges,carpenters,family dinners,and decisions.
My neice Rachel got married in faraway Sydney and is enroute to the US.My cousin and her kids are on their way back to Newzealand after some time at home.My sister is expected home next week from Australia....and I start making some noises for my UK stint from next week.I am treading prayerfully and carefully for the Lord's leading as I make feeble steps forward in faith.My simple prayer for my life is that I will be used of God ,for His glory.....Nothing more and nothing less.