ALL BEAUTY in the world is either a memory of Paradise or a prophecy of the transfigured world. ~ Nicholas Berdyaev, The Divine and the Human
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Not as Relaxing Yet
When I drive the scooter on the streets it is not as yet relaxing for my husband, since time to time he has to balance me and the scooter from rushing into a tree or some gate, but we soon will get there and I will drive safe.
Untill then - stay out of my way, dogs!
P.S. There are a lot of dogs on the streets and I think they trust drivers too much :)
Untill then - stay out of my way, dogs!
P.S. There are a lot of dogs on the streets and I think they trust drivers too much :)
Monday, July 30, 2007
On Your Behalf
Their voices became even softer
because I kept silent with the song on Their behalf;
Their destinies became fragile
because I stopped cherishing Hope on Their behalf.
But You, Oh prisoned souls,
not of Your own desiring,
not of Your own will -
not need to be cast down!
For even when the voice which had to stand on Your behalf failed You -
Your great deliverance is on His way,
Swipping on His path
the reigns of injustice,
breaking the crippling bondage,
restoring the broken-hearted and healing the abused.
Need not to be cast down...
Your deliverance is on His way, You aren't forgotten,
Their voices became even softer
because I kept silent with the song on Their behalf;
Their destinies became fragile
because I stopped cherishing Hope on Their behalf.
But You, Oh prisoned souls,
not of Your own desiring,
not of Your own will -
not need to be cast down!
For even when the voice which had to stand on Your behalf failed You -
Your great deliverance is on His way,
Swipping on His path
the reigns of injustice,
breaking the crippling bondage,
restoring the broken-hearted and healing the abused.
Need not to be cast down...
Your deliverance is on His way, You aren't forgotten,
You aren't abundoned!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Through the Phone
I call her regularly, every month, the distance between us is the whole range of high mountains and several hours of flight crossing at least two international borders.
She sucks on her phone and snuffles. But does not say a word.
In my mind I see her smile and two little dimples appear on her chubby cheecks.
I, on the other hand, devote at least one minute on "Aguuu...and gheee..." and all that baby language, that apparently makes her smile on the other side of our connections, and I tell her that I love her and miss her.
Thats how we stay connected. My nine months old niece and me.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
The Battle
The battle is scheduled for Monday; every pot, every chair, every dark corner will be overturned and scrutinized.
Jerry's little brother (little grey mouse) seems to want to avenge his brother: he jumped and left toe prints on my lemon tart, pooped on my bananas and overturned plastic bottle.
The battle is on!
P.S. little Jerry flew into the neighbor's garden unconscious.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Some Days
Yes, some days I am reminded that I am white and that I am a foreigner. It happens, especially when I have to buy groceries on the street.
I guess, after all, they are right, foreigners have some extra rupees to pay double for their tomatoes and cucumbers, if they are able to afford visas and tickets for travelling.
But hey, it is not that bad to be a foreigner!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Delicacy, Yuan, Peking...
When you ask for less spicy chicken, garlic rice or chicken wings keep it in mind that it will also be saltless, tastless, sometimes uncooked or with less soya souce.
And it does not help no matter how many times you remind that you want only less green chilies and no red chily oil.
Apparently, all these foods have never been prepared without chilies, and somehow chily is associated with salt and other taste making ingredients.
When you ask for less spicy chicken, garlic rice or chicken wings keep it in mind that it will also be saltless, tastless, sometimes uncooked or with less soya souce.
And it does not help no matter how many times you remind that you want only less green chilies and no red chily oil.
Apparently, all these foods have never been prepared without chilies, and somehow chily is associated with salt and other taste making ingredients.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Saturday, June 09, 2007
In My Happiness
I was so happy that our new washing mashine was arriving that I ran down the stairs into the house; I saw a washed, tasty, beautiful mango on the table and I said to it, "Come here!"
Mango did not reply.
While singing I took it in my hands and diligently ate it.
Sad for mangoes, they cannot protest. But I am so glad the washing mashine is arriving at last!
I was so happy that our new washing mashine was arriving that I ran down the stairs into the house; I saw a washed, tasty, beautiful mango on the table and I said to it, "Come here!"
Mango did not reply.
While singing I took it in my hands and diligently ate it.
Sad for mangoes, they cannot protest. But I am so glad the washing mashine is arriving at last!
Sunday, June 03, 2007
At The End
If a husband does not love his wife, if a wife does not respect and honour her husband, if children don’t obey their parents and if parents don’t care and don’t hear their children…it then does not matter what we pretend to be in the eyes of others. We failed in our own families, in our own homes.
If a husband does not love his wife, if a wife does not respect and honour her husband, if children don’t obey their parents and if parents don’t care and don’t hear their children…it then does not matter what we pretend to be in the eyes of others. We failed in our own families, in our own homes.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Nice Part About Dreams
What I like about dreams, outside that some of them are crazy at times and other times disturb the sleep, I like that they can be very vivid and tangible, that they seem to be colouful, even if they say dreams are not. I like that in my dreams I can be with my family, even as they are thousand miles away. And sometimes I wish I could see dream's continuations. But it does not work that way and instead of seeing my family I end up being LOST on the island in the jungles.
Food That Didn't walk Into Our Stomachs
- I think this meal is spoiled. You can't really smell it, because of all the spices the smell is hidden.
- They say that in the old age a person's sense of smell becomes dumb.
- It is not dumb, baby, it's numb.
- Oh, okay, then numb it is. But whatever it is, the meal is spoiled anyway.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
On That Day
...and on that day I was born, and all of my family were joyful, especially my sister, since now she had a blue eye doll to roll on a stroller along the streets and many of her girl friends were jealous and they ran home and asked their parents for the babies. That is how the rest of the neighborhood was filled with babies after my birth, in nine to twelve months and I always had friends to play with.
...hmm...lovely day...
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Police Inspector
Some days my ears swell because of all the honking on the roads of our city.
If I were a police inspector in the traffic department, at the end of each month I would deliver honking bills to people's homes, like there are bills for electricity and water bills monthly.
So I am looking for the ways to measure honking, so I can fix it for the billing that is.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Dream Pillow
In the evening he said, "But when push comes to shove, I will give it away."
And actually he did. We even did not get to the "push" part of it. My head rested on his dream pillow for the rest of the night.
But I could not sleep till early morning.
Lesson: Don't take other's dream pillow.
Mystery: How could he sleep on my pillow?!
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
My Zoo
I live in a zoo. We have lizards, cockroaches, mosquitos, squirrels that overturn trash in the kitchen, spiders, centipedes, moths, crickets and a dog outside chasing the rats at night.
So believe me when I say I am not bored. I am NOT!
I live in a zoo. We have lizards, cockroaches, mosquitos, squirrels that overturn trash in the kitchen, spiders, centipedes, moths, crickets and a dog outside chasing the rats at night.
So believe me when I say I am not bored. I am NOT!
P.S. ...and ants that cool their eggs on my dish-washing rag.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Pregnant Destiny
I don't really remember now whether it was a short moment of intensified pain, of unbelief and of dissapointment or if it was the all consuming affliction lasting weeks, flowing into the months that like rusted nail pierced the raw flesh of my heart.
I screemed, anguished, in a hope of any help, for deliverance, and only silent walls and moonless night seemed to respond, with self-confidence, promised to contain it all and witnessed to my burdened soul.
With broken ideals, cherished dreams, unfulfilled intentions and shaken world of my inner man...whether in a moment or lasting eternity...I rose up by the grace, I heard both hope and faith calling me, charging me to walk, to walk the destiny pregnant of promises.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Midnight
I often have to say so much but it always happenes to be at midnight. Especially the big philosophical issues and global matters.
So some times I end up talking to myself or to my pillow as my husband drifts away in a cloud of sleep enveloping him.
Thats why best of my thinking is not known.
Nights are meant for the sleep after all.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Back to Winter
Of course, it was silly to think that I would fall if I walk on icy road after a one year break. After all, I grew up here, in this country with four seasons, since a kid, I was very good at aiming snow balls and my shoes almost would have holes from sliding the slops and bumps through the winter. So this time when I was back, once my legs went split, but after that I was always in control!
Nieces and Aunts
I think nieces should know the price of having aunts around.
Each time I come home she is asleep under her new pink blanky and I lie down near and stare at her, then shower her with kisses and squeeze her and yes…she is up by then! A little bit disoriented and trying to sleep again but nope…not this time…no sleep when aunt is here, otherwise how do you know my presence and that I love you and what memories can we share?
And you can sleep when I am gone, until one day I am back again…
I think nieces should know the price of having aunts around.
Each time I come home she is asleep under her new pink blanky and I lie down near and stare at her, then shower her with kisses and squeeze her and yes…she is up by then! A little bit disoriented and trying to sleep again but nope…not this time…no sleep when aunt is here, otherwise how do you know my presence and that I love you and what memories can we share?
And you can sleep when I am gone, until one day I am back again…
Fluidity of Times
A little fear and anxiety slip in my heart when I return to the place where I learnt walking and grew into my youth.
Most of the times I am informed about changes and some of them in much detail, but in the fluidity and rapidity of days it is only when I am face to face I catch the dim look on the wrinkled face of my mom, I pass without recognizing this stylishly dressed in red young girl who grew into her forms, and once I held her in my hands. And some faces I don’t see any more. They just flash across suppressed by recent images and memories. The cry of a newborn baby, on whose life I will be updated from now on, brings me back to the present. And life continues and I hope that next time when I am back and see you that we will connect, because I held you tight on my chest and you burped on me, and I did not mind when you dribble wet my shoulder…
A little fear and anxiety slip in my heart when I return to the place where I learnt walking and grew into my youth.
Most of the times I am informed about changes and some of them in much detail, but in the fluidity and rapidity of days it is only when I am face to face I catch the dim look on the wrinkled face of my mom, I pass without recognizing this stylishly dressed in red young girl who grew into her forms, and once I held her in my hands. And some faces I don’t see any more. They just flash across suppressed by recent images and memories. The cry of a newborn baby, on whose life I will be updated from now on, brings me back to the present. And life continues and I hope that next time when I am back and see you that we will connect, because I held you tight on my chest and you burped on me, and I did not mind when you dribble wet my shoulder…
Friday, March 02, 2007
Like Little Ants
When the bell rings they rush through the corridor pushing each other. Just few of them, and usually girls, among those who are older, keep themselves proper, walking slowly by the side of the wall. If given a chance, with a grain of irritation, breaking out of "politeness" and "example" they push aside two or three of these noisy little ones, usually boys, who want to roll out of the building as soon as possible.
When the bell rings they rush through the corridor pushing each other. Just few of them, and usually girls, among those who are older, keep themselves proper, walking slowly by the side of the wall. If given a chance, with a grain of irritation, breaking out of "politeness" and "example" they push aside two or three of these noisy little ones, usually boys, who want to roll out of the building as soon as possible.
And then, in small batches of three to five, and even seven, they walk down the streets chattering about the day. On their backs, it seems forever stuck, they carry enormous bags, stuffed with books or grain...or... bricks? Some of their bodies are a little bit more then a meter from the ground and they are weighted down with the "source of knowledge" - notebooks and textbooks. Few of them I saw had to push forward, as though they pull the whole truck of sand behind. But nobody promised educating process to be easy, and so here they toil.
I noticed how two of them broke from the rest and walked towards the fence, and there, on the other side, a girl waved at them, inviting them inside.
Since he is a boy, and boys always have to be the first, he took his chance to get through the fence first - only to get stuck, his little body could easily slip through the aperture, but his bag could not make it through. His sister or maybe his friend on this side tried pushing him, while another girl pulled his hands. I watched them and could not resist but intervene, so I lifted his bag and pushed him in. Immediately his friend followed him and I performed the same for the girl as her bag was even bigger!
"Thank you, aunty!" - in three they shouted beaming and giggling.
I just smiled and happily went home hoping that it was a safe place for the kids to be and assuming that they had slightly different plans for the afternoon. After all, children deserve some change in their daily school-home routine, and I hope they were back home by the time mom returned from work.
I just smiled and happily went home hoping that it was a safe place for the kids to be and assuming that they had slightly different plans for the afternoon. After all, children deserve some change in their daily school-home routine, and I hope they were back home by the time mom returned from work.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Holding Not To The Past But Leaning On You
I look at the past and I can easily trace the prints of your divine presence. So many times you delivered me from the trouble, so many times you led me.
Looking into the future might seem harder, but that is when I lean on the past that I feel secure. I tasted your goodness and your faithfulness, rather that is my security.
I am always amazed that you never hold on to the past, just look into the future, believing in the best of me. Because you can. You look into the things that are way too far for me to see. But you lead me. One day at a time.
Because you walk with me I am confident, even if the things don’t look clear.
One thing I am sure of, you maintain my lot, the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places, I have a good inheritance. You will show me the path of life, in your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevemore.
~ with David through Psalm 16
I look at the past and I can easily trace the prints of your divine presence. So many times you delivered me from the trouble, so many times you led me.
Looking into the future might seem harder, but that is when I lean on the past that I feel secure. I tasted your goodness and your faithfulness, rather that is my security.
I am always amazed that you never hold on to the past, just look into the future, believing in the best of me. Because you can. You look into the things that are way too far for me to see. But you lead me. One day at a time.
Because you walk with me I am confident, even if the things don’t look clear.
One thing I am sure of, you maintain my lot, the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places, I have a good inheritance. You will show me the path of life, in your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevemore.
~ with David through Psalm 16
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