What gives

Things are happening around us every day.We hear about churches being burnt,christians being killed in Orissa,in Mangalore and God knows where.We have seen many a TV channels flashing the news gallore.Many gracious Indians speaking against the violence.. In all that is happening around us how do we as christians respond? In the mayhem and confusion where do we go to look for the grace that apparently alludes us.There will be baggages and more baggages....pray that the lor will help as many or all to overcome so that they may get the crown of life...Amen.

The work is killing .I hardly find time to myself.The little time I get I often find myself slumped in front of the telivision.Got a cable connection just a week back and I am already having doubts about it.I haven't been able to find one intelligent channel that keeps me interested or teaches me anything of value.My lap-top lies neglected in one corner of the room un-touched ,beckoning me to write something beyond my own personal pain and struggles.The adjacent states of Bihar and Orissa are drowning and burning literally.One by the element of man's interference on nature and the other on quirkiness of man's nature.Orissa is burning..burning...and burning,whereas Bihar is drowning...drowning ...and drowning.How will the balance be brought,wil Orissa drown again like it did the last time and will Bihar burn once the public get their breath back.

Did two sub-total hysterectomies-am desperately asking myself,what next?The work has become hectic with every department running at break-neck speed.Everyone seems motivated and working to the maximum.The wards have never been so full.We actually had to turn away people come for billing since the HMS started rejecting the charts reading 'the wards are full...

What do you do when your sense of referance and one of your centers get suddenly pulled away from your feet?You lose the anchor that keeps your feet on the ground....you start to float......the delimna is whether to entertain the fulcrum at a periphery or completely anhilate it . Ideally God is the center of a christian's being .Thank God for it.No matter how far the prodigal may have gone he has ways and means of putting us back in the fold. Man's struggle and God's workmanship-the secret is to 'Let go and let God'-what a relief!

Its 2am in the morning and I am stuck at the hospital waiting for a breech baby to be born.Opened up another badly mucked up surgery case.Wh o will think I am a physician with an inclination towards res piratory medicine? This is what working in a deprived area is all about. I got in touch with myself today .I stayed stunned the whole day and by night I was laughing all the way to the bed and hospital. I treated myself to a luxury of a real strong jamaican coffee-that is saying quits to the night of sleep. Caeserian section beckons me to the the operation theatre-I can hear the anaesthetist dragging her sleepy feet to the OT door. I wonder how long it will be till I get a good night's sleep.

I tell my friend I am in my own world,deliriously happy. The first thing he asks me is are you in love? Strange! I have been doing my own little things being sinfully selfish indulging myself in small things that give me immense happiness. I bought myself some lamp-shades,one in particular was after my own heart.I was all over Birganj,Ranchi and DTO on the lookout and as it always happens I come across this small shop in the by-lanes of Kolkotta that says 'Lamp-shades' and sells only lamp-shades.It was there in all hues, colours and materials.Paper,silk and satin. Amazing ,and I thought shops like that had stopped existing. The other thing that has happened is I have re-discovered my love for music and writing.My home theatre system which was a gift from my cousin is being used to the maximum and I discovered this collection of MP3 which took me back to my growing up years..some favourites from dire-straits,cat stevens,Eric clapton,Smokie....remembered my older siblings playing...

My Dad's cousin. My dad had cousins we met once in a while.They stayed in the capital and visited us occassionally.They were clannish,extremely sophisticated and respectful because my father was older than them.They had children who seldom registered and had to be introduced afresh everytime we met .In other words we never grew up together. In the early 2008,all of a sudden three men of their family passed away.Two were sudden and one was anticipated.As we watched the scenario from a distance one wondered who would console whom.Each family member left had lost someone from their immediate family who was a pillar for them.To make things worse the matriach of the family was still alive.