If only we knew!

If only we knew!
Often I wonder! I look at the people and think what they must be thinking or going through in their lives. Sometimes I feel like asking some people, what are you thinking. But I cannot. Once I had an opportunity to attend a conference on suicide. We spoke many different aspects of suicide. I remember making a resolution to take interest of knowing people around me. But often I failed!
Years back I was staying in a hostel while doing my college studies. One day I noticed one of my class-mates was very sad. He was the most handsome and intelligent in our group. I hardly had any interaction with him. I would always consider him very ‘moody’. That day I went near to him and began to talk. As we continued our conversation he revealed something, which I never expected. He told me that he came from a very poor family and he was finding very difficult to meet all his needs. Even he did not buy the text-books though exams were approaching soon. At one point I asked him, then how could remain so happy all the time? ‘’This is just to hide my sorrow’’ his immediate reply. Thereafter we shared our books and became good friends.
Today after many years I remember my friend. I do not know where he is. May be I have to search him among the unknown faces…!

I pray

I pray...
Last few days I have been deeply thinking about the problems of Libya and Japan. The problem of Libya could be easily termed as men made, while the problem in Japan is a natural disaster. There are some underlined factors involved for this natural disaster, and I have no intention to discuss about the cause of havoc. What pain me are the sufferings of the innocent of people. Though I was never directly affected by the natural disaster but I have seen the endless sufferings of the people.
These days as I read and discuss that we are the ‘children of God’ I often wonder if God is our loving Father why does he permits the suffering of the people. Why cannot he save us? I have no answer!
But I see the face of God in the faces of suffering people. I see our Lord is suffering with the victims. He takes the side of the ‘voiceless’.
I pray for the victims. I pray for the peace. I pray that all may see the face of our Lord, especially those who are responsible for the problems, in the midst of victims.

If only!

She is one of the recent ones! Finally (!) she left the religious order. Though I was sad to receive the news but I was not surprised. I knew for quite sometimes that she was going through inner struggles. She indirectly gave me hints that she was planning to leave convent.

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.
Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. (Rabindranath Tagore)
Often I ponder over these words of Tagore. How true they are in my life! Almost 11 years ago I left my home, my country. My study and mission took me to different countries. I met different people. They welcomed me in their homes and accepted me as one of them. I often wonder why people love me. Take the examples of Mrs Particia. I have met her just a few months ago. She is ever ready to welcome me into her home. She cooks my favorite dishes. She calls me often and enquires about my health and study.

I have reached 50!


Yes, finally exams are over. Last one month everything became topsy-turvy. It will not be exaggeration if I say I literally confined myself in my room. The only place I visited during these days was my university for the exams. The exams pressure was so heavy that I had to leave aside little activities, which I usually enjoy doing. These included my evening walk, little exercise, playing TT, watching film, chatting with my friends, email, face-book and blog. Thanks God, exams are over! Now I can get back to normal life.

Yet another year!

Lost and found!!!
Two weeks have gone by since we welcomed 2011. What makes me surprise that I have not penned anything during these days! How come it possible! I have thought of penning a few lines a many times. But always something or other came on my way. But today, after reading a simple mail, I forced myself to sit in front of my computer.

Christmas...

Once again Christmas is at our door. Every year during this time of the year I am reminded of an incident which I had experienced many years ago. On Christmas day I went to a village to visit a family with another friend. It was a sunny bright day. The journey wasn’t so pleasant. The muddy village road was good enough to make us half-dead. But, as always, I was happy to visit a village.