Again a walk....

Today Morning
I went out for a walk..
Through the bank of a river..
The name of which he only knew..
The stillness of the river was in sharp contrast
To the turbulence within..
We sat on a rock..
On either side..
My eyes drooping
Daring not to look into his eyes..
I had nothing to tell..
No justification this time..
The silence was killing..
Lord ..speak out..
Scold me..rebuke me…
My heart murmured
My eyes still drooping..
Daring not to look into his..
Time seemed to stay still..
Still for ever..
He would have gone..
I said to myself..
And slowly raised my eyes..
To see him looking down
I watched closely to see tears rolling down his cheeks..
“My Child when will you realize ..
You are special to me..
I shed my blood for you ..
For those sins which are made and yet to be made..
“But I’m unworthy of your Love & Care”
“But my child ...your savior is the one who searches for the lost lamb”

“ Foolish in the eyes of the world…
But true ..My Lord restored me ”

a walk.

Today morning....
I went out for a walk ..
With my lord..
I had so many things to talk to him…
But could not..
My eyes were filled..
Words stumbled inside my mouth..
“ What do you want my child ”
“ Just the strength to bear and ….and…”
“ And…”
“….and…. the ability to forgive..”

Growing Up...? or Down ...?

“ As a child I dreamed of growing big,
Now , I dream of growing small,
Lucky are the ones who retain the child in them
Inspite of having lost their childhood ”

Renewal

The Morning was again..
Bright as ever before..
I lest expected..
The darkness of yesternight was so engulfing....

Laments of a Tiny Bee

The little flower was

Neither beautiful nor big nor fragrant

But it was white..indeed purely genuinely white

There were no bees

Big, small or white hovering around

It was alone but happy

Happy that it was white though small

Happy that it was unnoticed

Until I saw it one day...swinging happily to itself...

I asked the little one

"Do you have some honey for me "

"I have a little...too little to give"

" I need only little ...but it has to be pure "

"Yes... you can take ...but my petals are white... do not dirty them"

I kept sucking honey from my little one daily,

The honey was indeed pure,

purest that I had ever had,

One day, tired I was after the day's work,

"Shall I rest on your petals... Dear "

I asked my little one

It did not node...but silence for me was affirmative

Alas.....there was dirt on my foot which I forgot to wash

My little one was dirty,

It was now neither beautiful nor big nor fragrant nor white

I had robbed my little one of it's pride in purity,

I affronted its dignity by my rude divestment,

But I was not wild....

I tried to clean it with hands and tears

But, dirt on white is difficult to clean

At last it rained...cleaning up everything that I had dirtied,

My little one was whiter, purer than ever before

Decorated with the little beads of rain...

Ready for a feast...feast for all....

Courtesy Of Idea : Vavakutty

When I say, " I'm a Christian "

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not shouting "I am saved"

I'm whispering "I get lost!"

"That is why I chose this way."

When I say..."I am a Christian"

don't speak of this with pride.

I'm confessing that I stumble

and need someone to be my guide.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not trying to be strong.

I'm professing that I'm weak

and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not bragging of success.

I'm admitting I have failed

and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not claiming to be perfect,

my flaws are too visible

but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I still feel the sting of pain

I have my share of heartaches

which is why I seek His name.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I do not wish to judge.

I have no authority.

I only know I'm loved.

By Carol Wimmer

"If by bathing daily God could be realised
Sooner would I be a whale in the deep;
If by eating roots and fruits He could be known
Gladly would I choose the form of a goat;
If the counting of rosaries uncovered Him
I would say my prayers on mammoth beads;
If bowing before stone images unveiled Him
A flinty mountain I would humbly worship;
If by drinking milk God could be imbibed
Many calves and children would know Him;
If abandoning one's wife would summon God
Would not thousands be eunuchs ?
Mirabhai knows that to find the Divine One
The only indispensable is Love ."

One of Mirabhai's ecstatic songs translated by Swami Paramahamsa Yogananda

Nuclear Families becoming traditional....Oops!!!!

Attended a presentation on Retail 101( My new domain ) today at office .It was a wonderful session which gave us a feel of the Retail vertical...Walmart..Argos and the stuff but what caught my attention was a phrase " Traditional Nuclear Families" in one of the slides.Initially, when I saw it, I thought may be it is a Typo mistake ... but then from the discussion that followed I realised that it was just that I was still hooked up in the generation were joint families were traditional ... or may be I just dint know that even nuclear families had become traditional.
Where are we actually heading..?
I still remember very vividly the day we decided to move out of my ancestral home to the city for the convenience of my parents,both of whom are working .The loneliness I experienced after shifting to our new house is beyond what can be put in words . The little me looked forward to the weekends when I could get back home to be surrounded by my grandparents,uncles , aunties ,cousins and friends..The loneliness of the nuclear family itself was a big torture for me.And I feel pity for those unfortunate among us who have not experienced the comfort & love of sharing that flows in a joint family.I have heard of people telling that you will not get privacy in a joint family to look after your kids , your spouse ... but the fact is you get many people to look after you , your kids and spouse.Nothing may be your own..but then everything is yours.
Kids grow up learning the basic lessons of love and sharing.
Gone are the days to lament about the traditional joint families....when nuclear families themselves have become traditional.From what I understood from the session , nuclear families have become traditional in many developed countries ( Thanks to the late advent of everything developed in our country ) where parents and kids find it difficult to live together , to share their things and they move out deciding to stay alone.Human mind craving for space of its own.
The basic reason for all this is the absolute lack of love.Love for the people around you , Love for your parents ,for your spouse ,for your kids...
Human mind without love becomes selfish..first about ones own spouse and kids and with generation selfish about ones own individual self.