Day #43


Day #43:

23rd December… 2 more days for Christmas. But my house is not yet ready for Christmas. Some repairs and restorations took place after Cyclone Vardah. Spring cleaning is on now. I’m yet to pull down the stored decorations, lights, nativity crib, etc. So it still doesn’t look like Christmas at home. But seeing the pictures of the celebrations that has started in my housing complex and the wishes that have started pouring in and floating around, the Yuletide spirit is seeping in and I’m rearing to pull out all the decorations.

Are you already infected with the Christmas spirit? This is one of the most looked-forward-to festival in the whole world and not just by Christians. This is the time for gifting, for sharing, for spending  time with family and loved ones, for wearing new clothes, for feasting, for wine, for cakes, for midnight mass, for kissing your loved ones under the mistletoe, etc.

From childhood this was my favourite festival. Hot idlis with mutton kuruma after midnight mass was to die for. And the wine and the dance and the girls and the …..hmmm! A late lazy breakfast was followed by a sumptuous lunch with biriyani as the central course. The lunch table was laden with food and could feed over two dozen people at any given point of time. The house was filled with friends and family either resident or visiting. It was a whirlwind of smiles, laughs, hugs, wishes, presents and love.

In all this the small figure of baby Jesus in the creatively done up nativity scene was still a major draw and the first place to go to for visitors. Each year we would do it in a different theme. For many years we used to decorate it with grass grown from wheat or mustard seeds. The kings, sheep and the shepherds were the ones on the grass. Some years we will have a hut to house Jesus, Mary, Joseph, two cows and a donkey with Archangel Gabriel perched on its roof. Some years it will be a rocky cave. A couple of years it was snow created by cotton wool.


I miss all those little pleasures we had while growing up. My children are unfortunately not experiencing Christmas the way we used to experience it. And it’s truly a loss which they cannot even comprehend.

The coming of Jesus is so filled with deep meaning that it is now lost in the commercialisation of this festival. It marks the end of the separation of God and man and uniquely bonded man with God through Jesus. We have been incepted with the Divine DNA after His coming and man can raise himself up to his divine nature and drop the animal within him. We now possess the ability to rise ourselves higher than our crass earthly needs that the body was born with. This conflict between our divine yearnings and our earthly needs is the dance of life that we live on a daily basis. Who wins or who loses determines the quality of our life and our destiny.

Look within you. Be aware of this internal tussle. This season, let the divine rule within you and see how blissful life can be when you have Him as your Lord!

Thank you dear Lord for ruling over my thoughts, my emotions and my life. I surrender to thee and will gladly do thy will.


Day 24: 50 days of gratitude

Day #24:

Hi! Welcome back, Today is Day 24 of this series of Gratitude. Did you by any chance think I’m missing today’s post? You are right. I almost did. This morning, I did not have the time to write and one thing led to another that i had forgotten about my commitment to write one post on gratitude every day till December 31. This afternoon after my Sunday siesta, my wife asked me “Have your written your post for today?” I was jolted out of my Sunday laziness and am sitting now to write today’s post.

Today’s topic for gratitude had become clear, my wife. No. Not just for reminding. That is just the icing. Let me start from the very beginning. When I met her first many years ago, she was a go-getter who was building a career and believed in action more than words. She preferred sports to reading, action to learning and had no patience to listen to speeches or attend workshops, except for a baking course.

She looked down on my habit of reading, introspection, diving within to do some internal cleansing, attending workshops and so on that we were as different as chalk to cheese. Her no-nonsense, practical, hands-on approach to life was very different from my approach to life that we were attracted to each other and ended up getting married to each other.

She tolerated my books, my quest for learning and my forays into different disciplines and workshops and staunchly defended her right NOT to read or listen to any discourse that lasted more than 7 minutes. So we ran our lives on parallel tracks and I had given up any hope of her falling in love with learning or self-improvement. I learned a lot from her approach to life and adopted her tactics wherever I needed quick results.

But recently I’ve been noticing that she is showing interest in what I’m writing. In fact this year, she reads my posts every morning and puts like on it. She is showing some glimmer of interest in attending discourses which are less than half a day. And some amount of inner exploration is happening within her and I’m marveling at this slow but gradual transformation. No wonder she prodded me about not posting one today.

She is the pillar of my strength and holds the home fort strong so I can be foot-loose and fancy-free. I’m grateful to have her in my life. I learn a lot from the way she looks at the world and I’m thankful that she puts up with my world view too.

Your spouse is your strength and your award in life. Take care of her. Learn from her. Celebrate her. She can make your life heaven or hell. The choice is yours.