Monday, May 15, 2017

Swimming with Anahita ,the fish princess.

Went swimming for two consequtive afternoons with my niece. Learnt three new techniques.Hopefully I will be able to follow it through before I leave for UK.
My niece is going through her interviews for her colleges.She has appeared for two interviews and got through both.Our admissions were strictly based on board results.Interesting times this.
Meanwhile the heat in Delhi is terrifying.The day after I had to go for my paper submission I caught the heat.What would you expect flying in from 9 degree with sweaters and blankets to 43 degrees .I did not loiter in the heat outside nevertheless was bedridden on lots of fluid and pampering from my sister.
I took all of thirty six hours to recover.In the meantime I could have brief chats with Sheba,enroute to Lalitpur, Muani,Divya.....
I am also enjoying the crispness of the language in 'Times'magazine and going through droves of it in these uncertain times.
The world seems so fragile in every which ways. The rhetorics across the border is getting shriller by day,Kim Jon Un seems to be on a trip of its own.Listening to CNN one would think Democrats were saints or superhuman never having any negative news about them and yet always on a high horse with opinions about everything, actually just one thing.I had never followed American politics this closely before so it has been a revelation indeed.
Somethings in the world are getting so predictable that you don't need extra senses to predict who will get the mtv movie awards in different categories. I remember walking with Joy in the corridors of Oxford university centre for South Asian studies. Looking at the topics being researched where thousands of dollars were being spent as fellowships. To a missionary doctor only too familiar with the deprivation that exists in our world, it seemed like a total waste of money.I asked Joy,'What is the use of all this research?How does it make the world a better place?She found it highly amusing and said,"It's about ideas and selling them."For me it was difficult to digest.But world's best institution runs for that very cause so there must be some meaning to those rhetorics in the leather bound books.Of course, to prove and study that christian missionaries were a part of a greater agenda of the Crown to colonise India and the world ....will make
for a great legacy we will leave behind for the future generation.That may be the only idea they will buy???

Monday, May 1, 2017

Jenny,the sunflower and the miracle of life ..

Three days in a row, a helicopter through rain and sun is scouring the banks of Teesta for something.My mother thinks that they must be searching for some clue about something that the rain might have washed in from the hills above.She sadly concluded that it might be personals.It has been raining like the monsoons in between the sun and even bouts of hail.
Last saturday we had planted a host of sun-flowers and the sprouts had come out beautifully .We were at uncle's for lunch when it started raining cats and dogs.Monda's Jenny, a healthy egg-laying chicken ,which is living on her roof-top ,a butt of a lot of jokes, was frightened to the core.Even as the rains started getting out of control ,Monda was on the rooftop equally out of sorts ,lamenting about her country chicken ,Jenny settled itself on a ledge on the other side of the roof.She had to call Diki to rescue her chicken even as we ran heltor-skeltor ,which she did masterfully.
The chicken which apparently was a present from one of the cousins ,was meant to be on the plate in one of the meals but Monda decided to christian it Jenny and much to uncle's discomfort she is steadily becoming one of the family.
We remembered the sun-flower seedlings while it rained river and hail so the first thing I checked when I reached home were the saplings.
They had braved the rain and were proudly bobbing it's head in the mild breeze.
The next morning my mother reiterated that it was the plum tree under which it lay which had faced the storm and sheltered the sun-flower seedlings which in no way could have survived the storm.Another week and the saplings should be ready to be replanted onto the ground,amazing lessons of life and beautiful too.
Everyday I learn so much about the birds and bees.When I sit out in the verandah with my parents,my mother spots birds of different species and talks about the various birds ,plants and flowers in her garden.The day before,just within five minutes she brought my attention to three different species of birds on a tree nearby,all of which looked exotic.
Nature, much like the Holy spirit ,has its healing presence which needs a lot of care and mindful presence to actually enjoy its companionship.Much like a miracle that takes your heart by surprise ,I like a child understand now the preciousness of all these and greedily soak in it while I can.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

A sneak review.

I don't write too often because for one I do not own a functional laptop.I have to sneak into my brothers whenever he takes a break from heavy geology work he seems to be neck deep in, all the time.That is his speciality by the way.Everything is in place for now.I am done with most of the paperworks and another fortnight or so should see me in England if it is the Lord's will.In the meantime I am preparing to travel to Delhi for my paper submission,etc.My friend Anu has been literally hauling me on her shoulders helping me every step of the way.She was my room-mate in college some twenty years ago.We have remained friends.
People often wonder aloud why I do what I do?
My cousin always says that I am someone who is basically a 'Head ' girl!I do function with my heart as well but not to make overtly stupid decisions.
I know when to walk away ,when to walk towards ,when to say 'enough!' on most occassions.
My mother has full faith in the goodness of all of her children and sensibility of some.She says so.
That does not mean I am successful all the time but If I see wisdom in something I am willing to stick it out.
I like to surround myself with progressive people but my heart goes out to genuine people.Destructive toxic people I am allergic to.I might for the sake of affection tolerate them for a while but I make things clear and I do not struggle distancing myself from them too hard.I am only too aware that I am also not immune to getting toxic myself.I have often hated myself while I have raved and ranted to my friends,My friends have lovingly listened to me and have gently guided me that is why we have remained friends and I pray we will remain so for the rest of our lives.
Unlike most of India,I am I think programmed to work unselfishly.I get great joy in making life easier and helping other people better their lives.I try not to miss oppurtunities in doing that.My colleagues often point out that I give my heart and soul for whatever I put my mind to.You will see me almost collapsing on my legs at the end of a hard day in the ACU.I would like to think that when I put my head on the pillow my patients are well taken care of.
I enjoy quiet as much as anyone else but I relish some type of art too.Instrumental music,classical,sufi,gospel.I have been trying to listen to the current western charters but I dont seem to like them too much.Bruce Springsteen surprised me with some of his recent lyrics.I enjoy some movies...,most form of art has to touch a chord somewhere....sometimes it is so with people and situation too.
Now What the heck have I written?..This is what happens when you have an open laptop in front of you and some time in hand in between cranial nerve examination.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Life is what happens to you....when you're busy making other plans.


The last but three months have been educative to say the least,Apart from doing the rounds of four major cities sans Mumbai for my paperworks,I also had an oppurtunity to see a huge part of Sikkim.WHat was surprising was the joy of seeing the seasons unfold at home in Mangan.I have never been around home for an extended period ,three months in breaks.This year I saw the oranges come and go,mulberries in season,bananas,brocoli,raddishes,peas,potatoes,asperagus,herbs of all kinds.ginger.garlic..and the seasonal fruits and vegetables ....Now the grapes are flowering and so are the peaches and plums of different variety and colour.I have been able to sit back and enjoy it with my parents whose daily rythemn seem so much entwined with nature,flowers,birds and bees.My dad at eighty six and my mom at eighty one have a full life.....I pray I might be so at that age.
I had the privellage to spend time with my siblings...all of them at different times and in different circumstance.Considering we are spread out all over the world it is a privellage indeed.
I also saw a local movie Dokbu with my brother and my cousin,an allegory to the rampant rape of nature in my home place.
The last but one week I had the privellage to go on a movie date with my aunts aged 72 and 74years.They are so full of life and I have so much to learn from them.
John Lennon sings'Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans,"He could not have put it better.I was not supposed to be home but it has been a precious three months indeed.I thank God for every bit of it.

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.