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Travelled down to Dehra for the IELTES which is a part of the requirement for the Pulmonary Medicine training I am applying for.It was quite a trip trying to trace out the venue.Reached the place well an hour before time.The man who was coordinating the test had an extremely bad diction so it was tough trying to decipher the announcements over an average audio system.I have always had a fascination for english language so I enjoyed the test and the exercises involved.By quarter past four I was out of the venue and somehow managed to trace out the store Ango had taken me to some time back which has a collection of everthing one would need.I entered the store,the health freak side of me and all I coud see was calories,caffiene and packed food with it's unhealthy preservatives.There were my favouite brand of coffee but I have already given up on it some three months back.All I could dare to pick up was a brown bread which when I saw the que,i promptly dropped into the bread basket and

Carry the Bible today and it will carry you tomorrow!!

Today we travelled down to Dehradun searching for a home for Babita. We zeroed down on Nizaat,a christian home for de-addiction.The person who met us in the place happened to be an ex-EHA person.It felt reassuring to know that the place was chaired by Pastor Sam Thomas who has been visiting our church for sermons off and on.There were the threads every where,a pamphlet of CMC on the table...the brochure had a belonged to the Bethany trust and had the familiar picture of Lok Hospital and the Jeevan Sahara Kendra which has become so much a part of our lives through the prayer letters and our friends,the Eicher's. Saurabh,the administrater interviewed Babita with a skill and ease of an expert and had the facts on the table in no time.Nizaat only entertained male housemates so,there was no way Babita could be housed there. Pastor Sam Thomas directed us to Saurav who ultimately connected us to an ashram where an ex-addict had opened a home along with his wife where she could


I was called to the casualty by my colleague to manage a hysterical lady who had landed up in the casualty .Scantily dressed but well maintained Babita was a lady who seemed clearly in a mess with a cut wound in the hand .By the time I reached her she seems to be blabbering one two dozen of incoherrant words. I sat with her for sometime trying to calm her down after which she sort of managed to express herself …there were accusations,an attempt to commit suicide,drugs,…but beyond that a desperate clinging to the name above all names.That had brought her stumbling to Lehmann Hospital…looking for some sort of acceptance which she called justice. She had not eaten for four days and had not slept for she did not know how long.She was addicted to alprazolam and proxyvon..but at the moment she just needed some kind of acceptance.I talked to her,prayed with her and with Helen taking the initiative we decided to go searching for some kind of relative who could support her.She had been kicked


I miss my late cousin who died a year back often.I expect him to just materialise in the family get-togethers often forgetting he has long finished his journey here on earth.One reason why I miss him so much is his nature of engaging himself with us in ways in which people normally don't,almost demanding our attention and affection.One just could not ignore him.He was extremely sensitive,very intelligent and sharp. I was never around the year he was very sick so I always remember him as a healthy,hopelessly funny,a step ahead of you older brother who always seem to know more about you than you reckoned.His favourite past time was ribbing the life out of me when we met.He sang the blues beautifully and loved the guitar....I never noticed the beautiful hands and fingers he had but as he lay on his death bed even as I held his hands ...he was at it still ribbing me even as he struggled with every word.I prayed,oh I prayed through the pain.... The fragility of the life we live struck

Strangely beautiful places but at a cost indeed!

Getting past the eccentricities of the net connection in HCH is a mountain in itself.One would think it would be easier in a well-connected place like this. It's been a wierd month or so. Have been in an entirely different realm and sometimes I wonder if I will get my feet on the ground ever? Have been doing a study series on prophetic seers and on "lamentations".Also had the privellage to understand the song of Solomon better and realised what an immensely amazing work it is.I remember Dr Kuruvilla referring to it in his LRS from time to time.The desire to have that something more in God,the intimacy enough to be called not only His beloved but also His friend. I have felt the need for some guidance in some spiritual matters for sometime now. I have not really got the leading.The other day I accidentally stumbled into a crate full of old CDs in Mathew's place with this immensely rich collection .Anu emptied the crate literally into a paper bag and i am going thr

Just getting back on my feet!!

My writing side seems to have gone on a sabbatical of sorts.The net's just about got back it's normal speed since yesterday night so now I can dare to put my thoughts on board. Saturday last,I had the oppurtunity to venture out to Edenbagh with my rucksack on my back and Karuna for company to make a quick visit to one of the old staff's house .They were having a crisis of sorts.Had the oppurtunity to share some tough stuff with the way-ward son including an extempore run through Proverbs 10,which was entirely unintentional.The child responded and was at the church the next day. On my way back was way-laid by a group of chattering young ladies one of whom broke away from the group and insisted i come home for tea.I was overjoyed to recognise one of the teenagers I had counselled and followed up post attempted deliberate self harm. However did not have time in hand since I had promised to join in for a pot-luck in one of my colleague's house. It warmed my heart to see

Reminiscing and reiterating!

One thought that has been predominantly in my mind the fortnight is a strong statement Dr.K.O John made in one of the bible studies in the junior doctor's fellowship in ODC.By God's providence ,George philip,my colleague from Oddanchattram is around and he reiterated the same statement in the church last sunday. The statement goes-'The Bible reads your life". We go through life ,a lot of times trying to push people into reading the Word,which is necessary because unless we read the Word we do not have the blue-print but all the while live compromised lives according to our convenience.If the Bible were to read our lives I would fail miserably. For one we do not believe in the Word.We think it is a plain manuel which tells us how to live our lives as far as moral lines are concerned,we forget in practise to accept it as the word Of the living God! We know the Word inside out and have read it all our life through but when it comes to making decisions we make decision