Building something new is difficult.
Rebuilding something to give a fresh look is all the more difficult.
Look behind, if you have left anything broken rebuild it.
If anything is undone, do it with passion and enthusiasm.
There is time for everything under the sun
And there is a season to learn many lessons…
Yes, that’s what I would say 2018 was for me!
There were some treasured moments which I’ve shared and there was also the time of despair which I’ve carried alone. At times, the beauty of my dreams amazed me and later the shattering sound of some of them startled me. I made many promises, some to God and some to people, in some I fulfilled and in some, I failed.
As I approached the New Year afternoon, some of the big questions which were confusing me, quietly –
HOW AM I GOING TO FINISH THIS NEW RACE “2019”?
CAN I GUARANTEE, 2019 WILL BE A ROSY YEAR FOR ME?
CERTAINLY, ON WHOM CAN I TRUST?
New Year is a journey which starts with many UNCERTAINTIES and ends with many REALITIES. As I started this journey from Uncertainty to Reality, three things I learnt to focus on –
Excess Baggage Is Chargeable – Yes, we all are conscious about it when we travel. Analogically, it is quite relevant in our New Year journey. Carrying The Pain of Failure, The Old Weaknesses, The Grudge of Old Fights, The Guilt of the Past Wretch can greatly charge us this year.
The Bible Says, “Forget the old stinky things that you left behind and strain toward what is ahead of you to crown you with the glory of God.”
Hurly-burly is Expected – Life is not always a rosy path filled with colours, softness and scent. Time of turbulence is inevitable to teach us and mature us from imperfection to perfection.
The Bible says, “Therefore, we do not lose heart. Outwardly it will seem like wasting away, yet inwardly we will be renewed day by day. Let us, fix our eyes on what is unseen – the eternal glory & the future light of life”.
Trust your Travel Partner – In the journey of life, we must love people as we love ourselves but when it comes to trust them for a definite purpose we need to be mindful. It is always risky to trust a human being. He is a mere human just like me, his days on earth are like the grass that soon withers so as mine. I am finite and mortal as he is. How can he be the perfect one to trust for my future hope! BUT IF NOT HE, THEN WHO?
WHO IS MY TRAVEL PARTNER, WHOM CAN I TRUST?
The Bible says, “God is not human, that he should lie, not a human being, that he should change his mind. He does what he speaks and He promises and fulfils them”.
Warm Greetings and Prayers for your meaningful start of 2019!
Every night dies to birth a new dayEvery season ends to let the next one bloomThe dry leaves wither for new ones to sproutSo if things seem dark, and you feel it can’t get worse than this, remember something Wonderful is round the corner…
I am born to create
Not to destroy.
I exist to mend the broken
Not to break things down.
I live to help reconcile
Not to create dissension.
I am just a mediator
Not the protagonist.
If I sing, I’ll sing to comfort
Not be a rockstar.
This is my prayer to God –
“Never to make me an obstacle,
But a bridge to crossover.”
This poem I had written when I felt that I am taking the centre stage instead of allowing God to work. Many a time we tend to forget that we are just God’s instruments who are part of His massive orchestration. He has a plan for all of us to be used in a certain divine way and we need to play the part we are destined to. The moment we try and seek attention, we lose the focus and dissimilate in the air without any further trace of existence. A train has a certain specified track on which it has to run to reach its destination. The moment it derails from its track there’s chaos and destruction that are left for us to witness.
Yet, God honours our existence on this earth. He gives us everything that we require whether we deserve it or not. One passage from the Bible which always makes me so warm of God’s greatness and His compassion on our existence. How He valued and cared for us as precious when He created us and sustains us throughout our life.
“LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens. Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor. You made them rulers over the works of your hands; you put everything under their feet: all flocks and herds, and the animals of the wild, the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas. LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!”
Listen carefully to the loud silence
of the beautiful waves.
Each one has a new story to tell,
story of how they swim to the shore
to wash off the pain of those sand dune,
story of how they splash love
on those barren rocks on the banks.
Each one has a new experience
and a worthy lesson to share,
lesson of how they keep doing
the same thing over and over again
never getting tired of it,
lesson of how they bring cheer
and joy to all those standing at the shore,
waiting for them and never expect anything back.
Each one has a caution to tell,
show how calmness can turn into chaos and cause destruction.
On a January winter morning,
The gossamer mist engulfs me.
It carries me away in the cold air,
Above the tiny ever-growing city buildings
And gently lowers me on the banks of Teesta, the mysterious green river.
I see footsteps on the white sands,
Once they were mine,
It’s been a long time since I walked on them.
The kids blow balloons and frolic around,
The silvery water gushes past the huge boulders,
My mother warns me not to go into the water,
I am a good boy and I listen to her.
I have always been cautious of the river,
Buses have fallen into it, people washed away never to be found-
Adrenaline pumped teenagers have been drowned by its strong currents
But I never blame Teesta.
We have to respect the power of nature.
I recollect how Teesta’s beauty captivated me,
The serpentine contour, the murky green surface,
The forested hills rising on either side of it,
Rocky hills, Strong hills, Old hills.
We jump from rock to rock carefully balancing ourselves,
My curly haired-crush moves deftly on the rocks.
I am rather tentative and worried that I will fall.
I am so in love with her.
We don’t have smart phones to take selfies,
We don’t need one as we are lost in nature.
I can smell the chicken-masala wafting through the air,
My feet can’t stop tapping to the rhythm of the song,
All of us hold hands together and we dance in unison,
Our faces, look happy, all smiles, at least for a day,
A day worth the wait,
Picnicking on the banks of Teesta.
The mist disperses as the sun comes out,
I am brought back to the present.
I retain the smiles and the joy,
The times have changed, and picnics are no more regular.
People throng the malls more than the serene riverside.
I stand on the bridge and look down at the green waters,
They flow where they have to as life goes on.
The other day as I was about to enter the house my attention was caught by an uninvited guest at my doorstep. His presence did startle and disturb me.
Me: “Excuse me! Who are you? What are you doing here at my doorstep? You are surely not invited by anyone.“
The uninvited guest with a wicked smile replied me: “Hi, I am Weed, Green Weed and always uninvited and unwanted but that never deterred me from making my presence felt. I am omnipresent 😂😂😂.“
His answer was not as straight as it seemed which I discovered later. And my questions continued…
Me: “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You know that you are unwanted and still so boisterous about your identity. People tweak you, trample over you, throw you out and still you have no self-respect that you keep coming back. Why?“
Mr.Weed: “There’s a valid reason for my presence for the almighty never creates anyone without a purpose. When I put up in your garden/farms or at your doorstep, I instil a sense of fear in you – fear of weak walls of your beautiful abode, fear of brazen and unkempt garden making it sore to the eye, fear of an unhealthy crop. Henceforth I rekindle your love and draw your attention from time to time towards your materialistic possessions. So look at the larger picture Honey! I am not as useless as you think, I have a purpose attached to my being….“
I was amused at his unabashed boasting about himself and that’s when he revealed some secrets about his parasite siblings residing in none other than “US – The Human Beings.” And he continued…
Mr. Weed: “See, I can clearly sense that my presence is disturbing and I will be cursed and sprayed with venom which you dearly call ‘treatment’ and my story is put to ‘Rest In Peace’ 😁 but I have step brothers and sisters who prefer to live in disguise and their habitat is the human soul. I can tell you their nicknames, by chance if you happen to meet them – Greed, Lust, Ego, Anger, Pride. They are far more dangerous than me without letting the owner realise their presence unlike me. But nevertheless they never go unnoticed by others. They kill the ability to think and reason logically. They gobble up wisdom and prudence. They shrink the world around to a single point ‘ME’. They weaken the relationships, create a unsaillable rift between people often leaving the host lonely, despised, hated and destroyed. They won’t leave you humane anymore. Our scriptures, our history are evident, need I say more?“
Mr. Weed left me pondering on his lecture that he gave me while conversing with him. I realised, just the way we pay particular attention to weeding out process from our garden and building walls so as to keep them healthy and strong we must pay equal attention to weeding out of negatives from our characters. Though we all have variable traces of negative aspects, if left untreated and unattended they will (No question of probabilities but confirming surely) poison our soul beyond repair.
Friends, just give it a thought.