Sunday, April 28, 2013

He will make your paths straight...

Last sunday I heard a beautiful testimony from a father(dad) at the church.
It was an anecdote that touched my heart because I have observed a lot of well meaning believer parents mess up seriously.
Apparently one day his son came up to them and asked them permission to play footballs on a sunday (It was practise session scheduled only on sunday).That seriously put them in a delimna because the son loved the game.
If they said yes,it would mean that he would be putting the game before the Lord and if he said no he would hate the church.
So the couple mentioned to the boy about the importance of putting the Lord first in every aspect of their life and asked him to participate in praying about it.
Once prayed for, the parents told the boy that he could play football on a sunday but his parents would not be able to watch him play on most sundays and he would have to attend the church on sunday evenings to keep himself fed.
He agreed and did just that.
Two years down the line the son has lost interest in football and is fully involved in the Lord.
I am beginning to understand in steps what the Lord means by
(Proverbs 3:6 )
'in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.'
I don't even know when I got converted from loving this verse from the bible more than the other one which says '.....He will give you the desires of your heart.'


Shepherd's Pie.

For a change I decided to make myself a shepherd's pie.The recipe was a little frightening but determined I stuck to it.There was lard to be used,butter generously,cheddar cheese on the top,potato ofcourse and the few vegetables with the mince.Even as I took the pie out of the oven and cut myself a piece I seriously wondered if I would have a heart attack?
I never thought I was a health junkie but I realised I might just be one.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

'Have not Love.....'

There were simple things that impressed Jesus during His ministry on earth,

Faith of the centurian,

Persistance of the syro-phoenician woman,

Devotion of Mary,

Commitment of the widow with a mite,

Boldness of the bleeding woman ,

Foresight of Peter...

Enlightening to note once more that,' from the heart comes the issues of life'.

Sow wisely!

Friday, April 26, 2013


I speak in verses

because verses dance,


and startle you.

Beautifully captivating,


a part of you,

which you never realised,

had gone into a deep slumber.

Hello,good to have you back!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Sold out to Christ.

In our church ,the call , in the course of the preaching is to 'die for christ'-nothing less.
I was watching a movie on the life of apostle Paul the other day.
I was struck by the fact that right from the day Paul was called by Christ into the ministry he was called to die.Unlike the other apostles who until the day of the Pentecost never fully understood the call,Paul knew what he was getting into.
I was so touched by the movie,especially to note how eloquently Paul describes the 'Love of Christ'.
'Neither height nor depth........'
Sometimes,I too get overwhelmed by this love for Christ,love for His children who are sold out to die for Him.....and then I wonder!is it normal to yearn with a deep yearning for a fellowship of such people...I keep hoping ,I keep yearning..pray it will be mine right here on earth...completely sold out to Christ-Am I?


Saturday, April 20, 2013

Humanity losing!

I followed the Boston drama in the television like I had not, since I think I was in college.It was sad seeing the two young kids in their multiple phases being changed into instruments of hate.I saw the jubilant college kids shouting USA!USA!after the second kid was caught.I saw the picture of the little kid standing by the marathon way-side before the blast took his life away.I also saw the little girl who lost her two limbs in the blast.
In the desperation of it all,I saw humanity losing.
There was no victory there ,there was only loss.
In situations like this ,I hold on to prayers of Francis of Assisi which takes on a new meaning,'

Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me bring your
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in

 Oh, Master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul.

Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life, let me bring
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness, ever joy.

Make me a channel of your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal

May it be so Lord!


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

'Unless you be converted and become like a litttle child.....'

I spent the day with an intelligent six year old today.I enjoy the company of children and am fascinated by the way they respond and react to situation.The other day my little friend told me,'you know my life is only just begun,I feel trapped inside myself and I will never be able to break free'.I was stunned speechless.This could only be thought insertion from somewhere so I talked to my friend and we scoured the exposures carefully and could not put our finger on where she could have picked up such a grave statement.
This morning we decided to be children and carefully planned our day accordingly.We spent the morning painting pictures after which as the sun rose we went to the garden to discover different wild flowers of all colours in different parts which had sprung up,thanks to the spring.The daffodils took the cake ,flashing,pretty and very much' Wordsworthian'.
Stella ,her toy cat ,had quite a bit of hiding to do even as we searched the gardens for her in turns.One time she was looking down from the bird feed on top of our heads even as we looked everywhere else.
We had a picnic lunch in the garden accompanied by Captain Haddock,Tin Tin and Snowy for company.
I sang the old nursery rhymes from the shelves of my rusty brain even as she laughed her belly out.I played the guitar,we solved a few puzzles from the book I had gifted her the previous day and then came to a consensus about a little afternoon nap.
Did I enjoy myself? I absolutely did
My friend said she had a great day too.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Heart beat for Arsenal!

Vicky Tiberio's heart was running all over the place.He had an intractable ventricular tachycardia.He had an Intracardiac defibrillator in place but the device had gone haywire it seemed.He was brought in with a history of collapse with a very poor cardiac function,The doctor saw him ,tried his best to do what he could do and ultimately had to call the nearest of kin and let them know that it was a lost case.They gave him five hours.
One by one all the family members came to bid him goodbye,it was done with a lot of sadness and good humour.Even the tiniest member of the family had a voice that was heard about the decisions regarding the last hours.
The next morning,twelve hours later ,his heart beat was back to normal and he was weak but still very much alive.
He had a grouche against his wife though.She had not supported Arsenal ,his favourite football team, in the previous night's match.
His family members walked in one by one,giving him updates about the match from various angles.It was a full house ,twelve of them happily chatting away even as he held on to the oxygen mask and threw in a comment or two.
The doctors escalated his resuscitation measures,The last I saw him, he was tenaciously holding on to life with all it's pathos,joys and kinship of friends and family.
I remember hearing the cheers of the football match in the television in the ward.All of them have a bed-side TV.It never struck me then.But now I wonder if  Vicky Tibero had been watching the match in his television yesterday ?I never checked,I remember being struck by the sound and I am trying to put two and two together after I have spoken to his wife and the family.
His wife remarks,'You must think we are a very funny family!'
I am not very sure about that,I have seen funnier.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

An era that's passing by.

London is showing it's true colours.The sun has started playing hide and seek with us.I walked back at eight thirty after my duty to a confused twilight sky which had never quite looked like it.It was like the night sky in my camelin water colour canvas,angry,beautiful with spots of cloud grey and confused, pushing aside the streaks of the daylight sun which was out to outdo the night for some extra time.I took out my mobile and captured it and shared it with my friends.
It was a strange day indeed.A man in his seventy revisitng the trauma of the second world war-living mementoes of man losing reason.More than fifty years later he remembers the events with tears in his eyes.It is never too old, is it?
.A youth,out in the trenches running for cover, away from the booming of the gun and death with his legless best friend held in his arm,reached the safety of his allies rescue troop only to realise that his friend had long been gone.
He wept bitterly even as he recollected how soldiers were crying even as they killed people.
I asked him if he has a support group and he told me he had been to one.
He had never seen a psychiatrist after that.
He is an atheist.I couldn't help exclaiming.'No wonder!'
If he had come to me in India,I would have pulled my chair and listened to his story,would have counselled him ,would have shared the gospel with him ,would have prayed with him and would have connected him to a church group.But I am not in India,I am in United Kingdoms.
I can only cry with him and make him wonder why I do.
He even apologised for burdening me with his pain.
It made me realise that after a decade or so the face of the United Kingdoms would be poorer without these war veterans.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

More precious than Gold.

My dad and mom is visiting my sister in Australia.My dad's younger sister who's widowed recently is accompanying them.This is their first visit to their daughter's in Sydney.Every step of the way arrangements were made for pick ups and things like that because all of us were extremely anxious about the long flights they were to take.
My sister who went to the airport to pick them up was looking through the glass ,anxious even as they landed in Delhi.She was extremely touched to see my aunty marching ahead with the luggages and my dad catching my mom's hand and leading her with her handbag on his shoulder.My father is 84 years old and my mom must be 78.My aunt must be touching 70.
My parent's have never been the demonstrative kind but as they get older, all of us get to see glimpses of heaven in the relationship they have with each other.
My favourite story is the one my 'man of few words ',brother shared with us.
My mom had gone to be with my sister for a few days.My brother makes it a point to sleep in the same room with my father when he is alone.Much to his chagrin,my father has this habit of talking to my mother in the early hours of the morning.Since habits die hard my brother had to bear the onslaught of my father's conversation from three in the morning.
We always tease our father about whom he favours the most amongst his kids -he always gives a diplomatic 'all of you are the same'.This week much to the family's amusement we came to know who it was.When dad saw my sister's house in Australia ,his way of expressing his appreciation was a statement he expressed to mom.'When we get back we must build a similar house for Mimi'!,Mimi is my sister who is immediately older than me.All of us had a good laugh over it....but somehow it has stayed on with sister is indeed fortunate she chose to stay closer home and has had the best share of times spent with parents.
My parents have been givers all their lives.Even at this age when they should have been dependant on other people ,all of our lives hang around them...they give us joy,they give us unconditional love,they give us gifts of simplicity,they give us precious pieces of moments and glimpses into a life of total sacrifice and commitment,they give us something to go back to.
Thank you Lord for my parents,if I could have it my own way I would have sainted them.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

At the crossroads!

We have this tuck shop at the side of the entrance of the hospital.To me the value of the shop lay in the 50 pence pens one can hastily dive into on a busy day when one cannot find one's pen for the fiftieth time in a  month.
The other day,after five months in the trust I took some time to read the writing at the entrance.The shop belonged to WVRS,another abbreviation in a market place of abbreviations one is forever trying to decipher in the United Kingdoms.
It is not that I haven't scoured the shop I have,and it actually frightens me.
It has variety of sweetmeats,cakes,biscuits,fizzy drinks,chips,fries,ice-creams,host of feel good romance novels,dailymails with local news...anything and everything I would normally run ten miles away from.
The other day I googled WVRS and guess what it stands for?-Women's royal volumtary services-and it works towards making life easier for the older people.
Now that was something that was very close to my heart.
So the next afternoon I deliberately missed my meals and visited the shop again,I went through the shop once without picking anything,second time round determined I hastily picked up a packet of chips,a queen cake and a packet of bourbon biscuit before I changed my mind.
The people in the extremes of age seem to enjoy these fare.There must be some wisdom in it.
I am still trying to find it.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Without groceries for a week!

Tomorrow could be the last day of living off rack soups,apple crumble and canteen pannini.Perhaps I will make it to the market on saturday.
Anyways,what do I normally eat.A full meal consists of baked potatoes and chicken drumsticks with a readymade sauce.To make me feel better I push in a few green leaves on the top.The reason I eat this meal is because all you need to do is put the ingrediants on the baking tray and forget about them.
In the mean time my mind wonders all over the place.
Do I cook rice?Very seldom because when I do I have to start worrying about the curry,dal....and it goes on.
For instance today I forgot to eat my breakfast,did not have the time to eat my lunch and did not have the time to think about tea.The morning cup was what kept me going.At the end of the day I dragged myself to the canteen and ordered a takeaway of fish pie,mash and vegetables and picked a couple of oranges to quieten my conscience.Eversince I have come to England I have become an avid tea-drinker.I need the tea and I have never ever in my life felt the need for a cup of tea before,I have just drunk it,cups and cups of it,at different places and venues.
Never been a connosseur ,but some tastes stay in your heart's pumpkin curry,sarah aka's chicken curry in chennai,ammama's rasam,dal and sunday lunch with aplam,dadiji's matar palau in Bankura,Anne's Worcester dinners,my aunt's alu dum...Laxmi's mutton curry .and the quintessential alu chura from the channa wala in front of the Hari-stores in Gangtok.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Christmas truce on the western front-25th December 1914.

She was my last but one patient.Was born tomorrow in 1935.She was smoking away like a chimney.
Brought in by her daughter for apparent confusion for the past four days,had apparently cleared this morning but the GP had sent her anyways because she was often found walking around with a saturation of 75.
She had home nebulisors and LTOT but she had packed it in, into the garage.The daughter was petrified because she had this habit of smoking next to the oxygen cylinder.None of her kids had picked up her habit.She had lost her husband to cancer some five years back.
I was, as usual trying to asses her orientation and she seemed to be as clear as can be.
She scored a ten out of ten in her abbreviated mental test.
When I asked her the dates of the second world war she told me she was four when the war began.
When I asked her the date of the first,she suddenly remembered watching a movie of the first world war when there was a ceasefire for the christmas day, how England and Germany had played a football match across the barbed wires.
I was deeply touched by what she remembered.
I went through the timeline of the first world-war on the net and the Christmas truce on the western front was actually a reality.
Oh Lord Jesus,even in the madness of loss of human reason ,we cannot but acknowledge that You are the Prince of Peace and You reign.