Skip to main content

Ode to the season.

Christmas is fast approaching and so is the winter with it's delicious sun and sickening cold that gets to your bones in Varanasi.We are at it ,practising the Christmas choir,Sharon is taking us through the rigours of vocal exercise-basically, teaching us to sing.
.I am also doing some oil-painting with a lot of inspiration from my sister .My first painting is done for now but I am told that the final bit is to wax it which I am yet to do after it dries out.I enjoy it but the finger painting takes the cake.

It's been a season of grace all through.I am hoping to travel home for Christmas which at the moment seems a little far-fetched with last minute changes in plan.I have my ticket booked and ready.
Was dreaming of cooking the Christmas dinner at home this year but I will leave it at that at the moment.
Winters are wonderful at home with clear blue sky,oranges a plenty, sun, Christmas, family,fire and the list goes on...
Work is lighter but with the juniors down with various engagements I find myself comfortably engaged doing caeserian sections,seeing patients which have spilled over from commercial hospitals and people who seem to fleece them to dozen and then they finally think of the qualified doctors like us.
Just feel like writing an ode to the season as I see it at the moment.
  

Is it Christmas yet?

Is it Christmas yet?with Christmas lights. stars out and fleeces of cotton, cakes gallore.
Is it Christmas yet? with a tree on fire ,friends and family coming together,
Is it Christmas yet? ,celebrations at hand,choir,drama,dinner and shaking of hands.
Is it Christmas yet?the Christmas message of Hope,Joy and Warmth that Bethleham evokes.
Is it Christmas yet?Is there place in the inn,the hearth warm with fire?
Is it Christmas yet?the cradle clean and ready,with warm blankets and heating.
Is it Christmas yet?Mary is tired and in need of some  rest.
Is it Christmas yet?Joseph could do with 
a warm cup of tea.
Is it Christmas yet?the shepherds are out with their flocks by the hill-side,,,
Is it Christmas yet ?The Angels rehearse ...for the umpteenth time.
Is it Christmas yet?The three wise-men with gifts in their hand  follow the star.
Is it Christmas yet?In the poor man's plate,the prison and the destitute.
 Is it Christmas yet?Christ is born in Bethleham.





Comments

Wonderful Thank you for the information is very very important useful for us all .Take the 24 hours time also to here, because you all will get very interesting information.Clipping Path Service details.Thanks for You Sharing.

Popular posts from this blog

Feet in the water.

  Fifteen days of earned leave after working for two years,I was praying in a house group prayer and worship and pleading with the Lord to show me something ,when it was not forthcoming I surrendered to the Lord and prayed let your will be done and then I saw the Lord walking up a winding road and deep in my spirit I knew He was calling me to follow Him .I did not know where to but I thanked the Lord and said yes. I have been living more in the unseen world than the seen world. Suddenly out of the blue I received a message from Dr Arpit asking me to replace them in Madhipura  for a  fortnight. I needed to go because things were getting a little intense and I needed sometime to step back and mull some things over. I had no idea why the Lord was taking me back to the old world of EHA , mission hospitals and friends from the yore. Travelling to Madhipura , I  continnued to ask the Lord, 'Why this road? I had no idea why I was going  where I was going.I am glad I came because I could r

night-hunting.

 Monda suggested  we go  hunting. Dressed up to beat the rains and the unpredictable weather we ventured out at night with the two Dawas. Annie had baked a cake for Rumpanol.It started  pouring in spurts but nothing could beat the enthusiasm.The junior Dawa was to drive us to a place around fifteen kilometres up the north Sikkim highway.We would come across three rivulets of sort where we could possibly find the edible frog.The senior Dawa was already at the spot making a pathway in the jungle for us to proceed. We reached the spot at around eight at night.in the pitch dark one could hear the sound of frogs of all variety and we started seeing quite a few but none of edible variety.We shuffled around in the rain with an umbrella,raincoat and torches like Nancy drew exploring the grasses and having eye contacts with stunned frogs which seemed to have lost the ability to run .The two boys did a Tarzen and was lost in the jungle with a sling bag ,a torch sans any cover from the rain.While

Thank you.

 After almost five months of struggling with the nitty gritties the dialysis unit opened last week. We were able to dialyse our set of first three patients over the last few days. So much of effort,dissapointments ,struggles,joys and most importantly prayers have gone into the venture.Many who will never see the fruit of their prayers have invested their prayers into it. The day it started with many apprehension I was praying at the early morning hour and put my head on the pillow to rest and then just as I was about to sleep I saw a vision of Jesus on His knees interceding.That is how much my Lord cares for us and this morning while listening to Alistair I realised that He deals with us like a father does a five year old .That is how He sees us. Lord Jesus ,you are the crown on my head and the only thing I can take pride in.