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