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A prayer in the morning

It is almost morning and I am at the library hitting away at the key-board .Just finished a caeserian section.I will be travelling in the next few days all the way to the chill of the mussoorie hills.Six days is a long time to hole myself in a retreat centre .Looking forward to visiting 'Kakeda' in CP with my sister and cousin on my way back.I doubt if I will be able to enjoy the heavy stuff they serve anymore.I have this special fascination for these desi hubs...Lord teach me to rest in you and to trust you to take care of my responsibilities.....teach me to experience the peace of just being etched in the palm of your hand....just being your child......teach me to be a good child,a good leader,follower,daughter,friend,colleague,aunt, a good human being .

My birthday

What a strange way to celebrate my birthday.For the first time in my life I did not own it .It was like as though I was just a spectator standing some steps behind and watching it all from a distance.Almost everybody who mattered remembered my birthday-it seemed atlleast most of them did and the staffs were overwhelming in their generosity with blessings.I got flowers and more flowers-got me worried about the campus flowers and yet the excitement of the history which was made yesterday made it all so insignificant. The telephone lines were down and so in-coming was all that was possible-one by one one people remembered.....dad,mom,agya,aie mimi,amchung,sanu machi,agya PG,aie diki,Johnson,sheba who very sweetly prayed for me...the juniors and the mess guys...the staffs...the TB guys who did an inspirational prayer,CHDP guys,Pradhans,the OT people.........the office guys...... I still have not wished myself a happy birthday as yet!

America Wins

Strange, the chord an election so far away can strike here in one distant corner of India.As a child, reading about the american civil right movement,Martin Luther King Jnr became my childhood hero.I remember carrying his autobiography close to my chest even as I devoured his eloquence,his passion ,his commitment to christ and therefore his commitment to the cause that ultimately cost him his life.I mugged up his 'I have a dream speech..'and like a lunatic used to rattle those speeches in front of the mirror. I am a sikkimese ,born and brought up in India,a women to boot and now a missionary of sort. Yet today when the much awaited american election news poured in there were tears in my eyes...why did I want Obama to win...america to win so badly??