Monday, December 17, 2007

Christmas and the nativity play.

Christmas is here and the pastor ,our simple ,quiet pastor asks us gently from the lectern on Sunday-will it be an empty 'Merry Christmas ' again this time.There will be buying the best,never-ending shopping lists,programmes to be charted ,gifts to be bought,parties to be organised ,choirs to be practised.It's activity time but in all that business we have no time,no thought ,no not even an intent for the king.As we go around wishing every body a happy christmas its all empty shell with no content.One honest look at self and even more honest look at Him who is truth personified will see us looking towards a new direction.The lord have mercy on all of us.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

wise-cracks,vertigo and my siblings...

Been to England and back.Enjoyed the wise-cracks at the BTS.Saw umpteen number of cousins hadn't met for a while.Ragged my cousin PG about religion as usual.Enjoyed a time to remember with my siblings...Everyday I talk to my sister and everyday she makes me laugh.My ear is giving me some problem -my world keeps spinning around-my taste-buds seem to have gone on a holiday.I am living on boiled patatoes and tomato chutney but for the exciting stuff my juniors make off and on.
I am living in a totally different plane.My cousin bought me a Sony Home Theatre system.I bought a Jack and Danny for myself.Its a sleek guitar.Janet presented me with a capo to go with it.Its christmas here away from all that is home but I feel detatched enough!

Friday, November 30, 2007

But I still haven't found what I am looking for...

So goes Bono and the gang and so goes my heart....a deep,deep sense of lack of identification to the people and places around me.Is this emptiness?How can it be?Have I strayed??I don't know .Heard Ravi Zach say that the older he gets more to the basics he goes?Do these preachers in their all knowing assurance they potray feel a deep sense of hollowness sometimes?Are they convinced about what they share?Oh lord help me.
Yes there was a bit about absolute purity in word ,unseduced by the world -real to the core which did strike a cord within me .Help me lord in these times to hold on to your absolute standards.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The lord delights in the worship of his people!

Three days of heaven-night and day revival service-We are at it.The campus looks and feels different.A time of worship,and a time of listening to his words from his servants.It is going to continue for another seven days.Nav-jivan feels like a new-life hospital.Praise the lord.Hoping to attend the RZIM national conference in Delhi if the lord wills it.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Park-street,et,al...

It was like a deja-vu.I have always loved Kolkotta .I have mantained it throughout my college days but there have been times in between I have often wondered why.I had to go down to Kolkotta for my visa-this week.I put up in the YWCA which to my utter delight was in the Park-Street.As you entered the premises of the YWCA,you immediately feel at home with posters of Jesus and mother Teresa all over the place with notices sbout the church timing,et,al.Just when you walk out of the gate 'Sourav's'-Ganguly's eatery stares you in the face.For better part of the day I straggled my way around for my visa.I had a half day in Kolkutta to do what I wanted and that is exactly what I did.Just the previous day,two things Kolkottans romance most about had happened .I was lucky to have been there when it did.Nandigram had taken place during the week.The intellegentias of Kolkotta had called a morcha which was to march through the streets of Kolkotta.Nothing like it had happened even in Kolkotta.There they had turned out ,people from all walks of life in support of the helpless at Nandigram.The figure was estimated to be over 50,000.This is why I love Bengal.People have a heart here.The other thing was Mohun Bagan under the captainship of BhaichungBhutia,Bengal's blue-eyed boy had lifted the league.Bhaichung is from Sikkim like me.
As I loitered around the streets of Kolkotta with no particular thing in mind it felt totally relaxing.Saw a Dey's coffee house at my lunch time.Had a delicious mexican rice with mushrooms and risotto and the original chikmangalur coffee the way they make it.
Loved every moment of it.Walked up to the AC market,pampered myself to a few kitkats.It brought back memories of my college days when we used to do the rounds of the theatre road sampling every pani-puri walas pani-puri in turns.I remebered my friends Temsula,Shasinle,Sandhya and the rest and the way the girls from the north-east used to splurge on expensive dresses without batting their eye-lids.I also remembered how with time all of us had changed, each ones good points rubbing on to the other.I didn't miss my friends I just enjoyed remembering them.The charm of Kolkotta was all there to captivate me again -not Delhi,with its harshness,not Madras with its south-Indianness,Mumbai can't say ,haven't really spent enough time there.Give me Kolkotta any day!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

'Victims innocentes.'

Yesterday I saw a movie-'victim innocentes'-a story of a boy Chama ,based in the background of the civil war in El-Salvador.It was a heart-breaking story made more poignant by the wonderful acting of the boy-actor.It sort of made me get the focus back which I personally felt I was losing for bits due to all the pettiness which I am also a part of in our everyday lives.As I sat in the church and participated in the singing of the song'jivan rupi more dunga ahay'which speaks of jesus taking us through the stormy sea across to the other side -it brought tears to my eyes.In that level of suffering and desperation where innocent children are being used everyday to cater to the animal spirit of man in all coats of sophistication what sort of tomorrow do we have to give our children?The world needs the hope that only Jesus can give.Do I in my everyday life give even ten seconds of thought to all the souls that are being moulded to frames where Jesus may or may not be accomodated.Have mercy on me o'lord.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Oddanchattram - The way I see it now...........

In the midst of the haze of trying to balance a hundred and one things together one often forgets to savour every minute that passes by.It is God alone who needs to be given the glory for all the beauty in our lives,I am getting a year older and it seems like I am really putting on in years,hopefully more mentally than physically.I very often find myself unconciously going through the motions automatically.
Then I stop for a moment to take a deep breath and look around which is when I realise what I am actually missing.
The other day I received a mail from ODC asking me to write something about my time there.As I sat back with my pen to write - this is what actually flowed through.It was a revelation for me.

ODDANCHATTRAM-The way I see it now.

Oddanchattram,ten years since.After a decade in the rough and tough world of Indian missions,it almost seems like a distant dream.What does ODC mean to me now?It means Dr.KV's warm smile that reaches the heart,Dr.K.O pulling out gauvas from his shoulder bag in Pachalur and giving it to us,week-end retreats with Drs Paul and Latha,Dr Sushil struggling to get a good scale from us as he worked towards the christmas choir,valsa's chocolate cake,Dr.Raj's evening classes........it also means Beulah aka calling us for the evening prayer,Zeba refusing to look at us after a bad singing session in the chapel,Sheba and myself sitting at the back of the chapel and crying our hearts out as Sam and Sarah David shared their testimony through a song,Abraham snoring through the meditation sessions in Pachalur,culinary skills that could turn macaroni into mayonnaise........Ali,Nithila,Nancy and the never ending laughing sessions....and the voices of Sunil and Mary Abraham over the telephone now asking me how I am in Satbarwa!
Oddanchattram to me is the hand and reflection of God in its myraid beauty in the lives of people like you and me.

Friday, October 12, 2007

This and that...

Life has its twists and turns but God has it right all the time .The secular see but the surface and come to conclusions based on what the biased finite eye sees which is seldom much but the believers ,when they truly come to the feet of God in repentance see with the eyes of christ that looks through right through to the heart and sees things which can move heaven and earth.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

It seems like a lifetime is gone.

Everything has changed in the last two months.My personal walk with the lord has a sense of urgency.I cannot compromise on it because it is not just me anymore.Lives of 110 families inside the campus and lakhs outside the campus is entwined with mine.
The other day I raised my hands up and told my junior how unfair it was that I was to be accountable for the lives of 110 fully grown adults.He laughed at me and the next moment I realised that I was taking things in my own hand.I had forgotten that I was just standing in the gap it was the holy spirit who would do the perfect work through me.
I have realised over the days that the lord wants me to depend on Him alone so there I go in my dramatic way cutting off people's counsel in every which ways.
I am expectantly waiting for the lord to do His perfect work.
There are people I know who are praying for us but what could be more important than our own relationship with the lord.
People have come and gone from the campus.Some have left behind a lot of memories .My commitment as of now is for two years.Somewhere out of the blue Gaurav asks-Madem,what will you do then?I say I don't know and I mean it.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

But for the last laugh!

There are such a lot of things happening around the world.You only realise how much a part of it you are as you relate to people around you.In Sikkim ,for instance,the teesta valley project continues to be an issue around which people concerned ,unconcerned with agendas,with half an understanding of the issue comment and centre their life around the happening half-heartedly.Politicians are trying their best to cash on the event,some well-meaning people continue to comment,and toss the topic in their conversations .People who are going to be affected by the project have long since given away their land and would have collected their compensation.Suddenly out of the blue,after the project is more than half way through,we hear of people going on a hunger strike.Where were these kids in the initial days?They would have been just that kids and the chances are ,that they are only just beginning to understand the connotation of the whole humbug.Suddenly we see the national television broad-casting the issue at the prime time but the flavour is that of a Hamlet of what could have been-a tragedy!!!
Will we still wake up?There are other issues and more where our voices should be heard in time.How many of us are willing to let ourselves be heard above the din of compromises and personal comfort.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

hi,I am back

Had a wonderful time at home.As one of my siblings said it was like reliving our childhood again.Got to meet everyone from both sides of the family by God's grace.Getting back to work has so far been non-controversial to say the least-the heat is considerably more tolerable but since the phone lines are down it gets difficult to sit inside the phone-booth for fifteen minutes straight while talking to the folks at home.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Just a day before the month ends.

Looks like I will get a chance to go home this month.The heat of June is all but beckoning me to the hills .The folks at home are all eager to have me home and I cannot wait to be with them.There are major issues to be addressed in the coming days and I cannot wait to get to the bottom of it.In the mean-time it looks like I am in for another break-through academically.I always pray ,lord keep me in-step not ahead,not behind but in step with you.Help me to be obedient in small and big things regardless of what it is going to cost me.Help me to do what you want of me.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Meal in the village

Got invited to the village for a meal.Could not refuse even though I was on-call.All of us around fifteen people in all hired a van and rumbled our way through the difficult terrain.We sat in the open air under the moonlit night trying to make conversation with the old village folks who were much concerned about our well-being .Sat on the floor on the mats laid out for us and were served wonderfully delicious mutton curry,rice,salad and pappad the way only the villagers can .Tried making conversation with the folks in their colloquils.The lady who sells vegetables in front of our hospital with her deaf husband who always tries to show her affection to me by giving me an extra ounce of coriander or vegetables was their to serve us .We ate, wished the newborn,whose birth we were celebrating well.The pastor took time to say the grace and stuffed in his preaching in his prayers.
It took me back to the time two years ago when we had sat under the moonlit night in one of the villages singing hymns at the top of our voices,and making music with the cups and plates where we had come for a feast in a village home.The pastors had preached,we had prayed and worshipped with such freedom in a strange land which was just a few kilometres away from the campus.

















































































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Monday, May 28, 2007

This and that.

What do I write on ?There are so many things happening in and around this place.The heat seems to get hotter and the nights without electricity are sitting out waiting for that stray bit of gale to blow across.Meanwhile the campus is all alive and green with every kind of fruits vegetables and flowers peeping out from every corner.The green mangoes ,drumstick,spinach,bananas,ladies finger,bitter gourd,brinjal ,tomatoes,beans and chilly.Malo my maid's husband is my gardener.After he had tilled the land and the sprouts started bobbing out from every corner someone asked me what had I put in my garden?I frankly did not know .Even when the plants were waist high it was still a mystery to me till the fruits actually started coming.Once it started there was no stopping it.I stopped every other person passing through to stop by and help themselves.It was especially a joy asking the girls from the nurses hostel to take their pick of the vegetables because I see them every evening walking to the green vendors to prepare the meal for the day.
The election heat is building up around town.It happens almost every three months but oh the public do suffer .Every other vehicle handy is useful to cart the people to and fro from the public addresses so no vehicle is seen around town during the week.They are either already at it or are cooling their heels in one of the car-sheds .

Friday, May 18, 2007

Sing along

A Bride for Isaac-A musical.


Abraham to the servant

I want you to swear
By the creator of heaven and earth
That you will take a wife
For Isaac my son from amongst
My people,Israel
Go forth and choose
Him a wife but lest she refuse
To follow you to Cannaan
I release you from the oath.
But Isaac shall remain
For God had promised this land
to me
And my descendants.

Servant

My master has given me
A mammoth task
To choose a bride for his son
How do I find the right one
O’God
Give me a lead before dawn

So many come to the waters
To fill their pitcher to the brim
So many yet just one
Is she the right one for him.

So be it o’god and my king
The one that lowers the rope
To quench my thirst and the camel’s
Fulfils my master’s hope

She who has the graciousness
To tarry and stretch a mile
To do a deed of kindness
To a stranger for a while

CHORUS
Velvet ,green ,purple and blue
Bangles and trinkets in every hue
Delicate hands ,pitcher and pots
Drawing water ,casting lots

Watching and waiting
For a maiden fair
Resting yet working
On a task with care.


Servant to Rebeccah

Would you quench
This poor man’s thirst
Water from your pitcher
Drink I must
Some for me and
Some for my camels
Rest for my feet
And food for my thoughts

Rebeccah

Water for you and
Water for your flock
Water for the journey
Take if you must.

Servant.
I come from the land of Canaan
To seek a bride for my master’s son
I come from a land of plenty
To take you back as a ransom

Pretty maid would you
Pretty maid would you
Be the bride of promise
Pretty maid would you
Pretty maid would you
Be the good tide for Isaac


Rebecah

Lead on I follow you
To the land that calls me
Lead on I follow you
For God’s plan I see
Lead on ,you lead on
Isaac to thee
Lead on ,you lead on
His bride I will be.

Isaac

The fields and the birds
Green and what’s heard
It is the creators theme
I am lonely o’lord
Now that sarah is gone
Where do I turn but to thee.
Lo!who art that
Come back with my servant
Fairer as fairest can be
She walks in grace
She talks with a taste
my bride ,my portion art thee
The lord’s heard my cry
My lamentation,my sigh
He has sent thou to me.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Let's play

RUTH-A Musical.

CHORUS

In the days when the judges ruled Israel
There was dearth in the land
Ebimelech and his wife Noami
Ventured to Moab with the clan.
The man died ,his sons married
Oprah and Ruth of Moab.
Soon after all that was left
Were three widows abroad to cope.

“These children of the promised land
Wandering and as lost in the sea
Three widows in a foreign sand
The future looked bleak as can be.”



Noami to the daughters-

My daughters, I return
To the country that is my God’s
I leave you now to fire the kilns
For lives that are your own
Go forth with my blessings
To your kind to live as you should choose
Go forth and may the lord bless you
For all that you loosed.

Ruth-


‘Do not ask me to leave you
Or turn back from following you;
For wherever you go I will go;
For wherever you lodge I will lodge,
Your people shall be my people,
And your God my God.
Where you die ,I will die,
And there will I be buried.
The lord do so to me ,and more also,
If anything but death parts you and me.’

Crowd at home-

Is this Noami ….mumbling..


Noami-

Do not call me Noami..
Call me Mara
For God’s hand have been
Heavy upon me.
I went away full
And I come back empty.
The lord has afflicted me.


Chorus-

Boaz,Boaz,man of the world
Boaz,Boaz a catch of the yore
A kinsman ,a redeemer
A man of gold
Boaz ,Boaz owner of land
Boaz ,Boaz an honourable man.


Boaz-


Lo! Who is that gleaning
In my field
So calm,so sure,so right
Lo!Who is that gleaning
In my field
So angelic and mild
Isn’t it Ruth my kinsman
Whose life is a testimony
Isn’t it Ruth my kinsman
Who could be mine by right
This is my land you glean at hand,
My men,my crop,my vine
Take of whats left as of the books
Stay to my side of the land.


Noami-

Where did you glean today my child
Where did you glean today
Bless the lord ,bless him girl
For the man you worked for
Is your kinsman redeemer
Bless the lord ,for his kindness
To the living and the dead
Boaz is the security
I seek for you
Wash yourself ,anoint yourself
Put on your best garments.
You will meet him at the threshing floor
Where he resides tonight


Chorus-

Ruth went as noami instructed
To take what was hers to claim
She threw her cloak at the feet of promise
Yet remained without a blame

Boaz took up the cloak from his feet
And as upright as he could be
Had got to the heart of the matter
Before the end of the day

Boaz wed Ruth
Ruth claimed the promise-
promise of the children of God
Boaz wed Ruth
Ruth beget Obed,
Obed to Jesse ,then David
This upright lady ,an outcaste of sorts
Met Christ by the virtue of lineage
This upright lady
A foreigner by birth
Had a life worth God’s spoken message.

Chorus-

Boaz ,Boaz ,man of the world
Boaz ,Boaz a catch of the yore
A kinsman ,a redeemer
A man of gold
Boaz ,Boaz owner of land
Boaz ,Boaz an honourable man.

Just a random thought

Some wonderful white roses are growing on the wall of my compound.The sight of it gives me a warm feeling because it reminds me of my mother's garden and her favourite white gardineas which she so lovingly tends.All my childhood I have watched my mother tenderly nurture and spend time with her flowers as she has done with me.I remember coming back home for the holidays from the boarding school.She used to follow the car headlights all the way through the hilly terrains till it entered our compound.The first thing i did was to jump from the car and run all the way to where my mother would be standing and go and wrap my arms around my mothers tummy that was all I could manage given the height,my mother not being a very demonstrative mom used to pat me in the head .She was nothing short of strict.She was the discipline monger in the family but always had something up her sleeve.She was always challenging us,disciplining us and keeping us interested in whatever we had at hand and yet she always respected our decisions in whatever we chose to do .That must be the reason that all of her kids consider her to be their best friends even now and I never can recall a time when we outgrew her.The older we became our friendship grew.I always associate all pretty things with my mother because she had an eye for beauty.A twist of hand and a few shufflings here and there and the flower arrangements in the room used to lift the the ro0m to no end.She had a green hand.
Now so many years later I watch my elder sister tend her plants,show flashes of brilliance in interior designing, cope with her nine year old and I think what a wonderful mother she is ,then I realise that she is but a replica of that mother of mine.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Feel like a bit of poetry today!

A momentary feel

Sun shines on the hill
All is but sublime
Flowers dancing gay
smiles to me with love

Radiant as can be
Such happiness potrays
Intoxicates the mind
Infectious as it is

Can feel his gentle hand
And serene mind at work
spread the word world-wide
preaching its great worth.

Feel like a bit of poetry today!

A momentary feel

Sun shines on the hill
All is but sublime
Flowers dancing gay
smiles to me with love

Radiant as can be
Such happiness potrays
Intoxicates the mind
Infectious as it is

Can feel his gentle hand
And serene mind at work
spread the word world-wide
preaching its great worth.

Monday, May 14, 2007

I am preaching

ESTHER.(Old testament)

In annals of the history of GOD’s people Esther’s name is written in golden letters.
There are several characters of Esther which comes through in the book.She was a winsome lady.People took to her immediately,whether it be Mordecai,who grooms her for a bigger cause , the eunuch who prepares her for the king or the king himself who chooses her to be the queen.
She was an obedient lady,she followed Mordecai’s instructions to the tee even when she was elevated to such a powerful position.
She was a discerning lady .She made the right decisions at the right time and listened to the right people.
She was a wise lady.She knew the secret of touching the heart of God and the importance of cooperate fasting and prayer while praying for a cause which would have been dear to god’s heart-of saving his people.
And yet if one were to single out one reason why there should be a whole book in the bible named after her,it is because of the simple reason that she put all that she had earned through her talents,her instructs and the grace of God, on the line, for a cause that she ultimately believed in and was right in the sight of God.
If ,on that day,when she approached the king in his chamber,the king had not extended the sceptre to her ,she would have been put to death and all she had won so far would have been nought.That was a big risk to take.
If she had not listened to Mordecai that day,perhaps she would have continued to reign in her comfort zone,her people would have died at the hands of their enemies.Esther would not be heard of ,so many thousands of years after her reign.

I am preaching

ESTHER.(Old testament)

In annals of the history of GOD’s people Esther’s name is written in golden letters.
There are several characters of Esther which comes through in the book.She was a winsome lady.People took to her immediately,whether it be Mordecai,who grooms her for a bigger cause , the eunuch who prepares her for the king or the king himself who chooses her to be the queen.
She was an obedient lady,she followed Mordecai’s instructions to the tee even when she was elevated to such a powerful position.
She was a discerning lady .She made the right decisions at the right time and listened to the right people.
She was a wise lady.She knew the secret of touching the heart of God and the importance of cooperate fasting and prayer while praying for a cause which would have been dear to god’s heart-of saving his people.
And yet if one were to single out one reason why there should be a whole book in the bible named after her,it is because of the simple reason that she put all that she had earned through her talents,her instructs and the grace of God, on the line, for a cause that she ultimately believed in and was right in the sight of God.
If ,on that day,when she approached the king in his chamber,the king had not extended the sceptre to her ,she would have been put to death and all she had won so far would have been nought.That was a big risk to take.
If she had not listened to Mordecai that day,perhaps she would have continued to reign in her comfort zone,her people would have died at the hands of their enemies.Esther would not be heard of ,so many thousands of years after her reign.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Strange story this!!

Noah -the mad man who chose to build an arc in the dry land because God said so.
An old man at the prime of his life adament in his ways and yet his own followed him to safety.
Built an arc in a dry land while the world was busy sinning and dissapointing God in every which ways possible.
Noah -the ordinary man who did an extra-ordinary feat.he heard the voice of God and followed it to safety.
Where are the Noahs of today?Where are they?