I'm a proud "Work in Progress"

I lovingly call myself a "WORK IN PROGRESS" Christian, eagerly waiting to be perfected in his love. Its reminds me of boys going through a adolescent hair style phase much like the Jim Morrison hairdo,which by far was the best phase as its is neither short not long.

As I read my bible, a piece of paper falls out of it and it’s a prayer, I pick it up and start reading it and a sense of joy fills my mind.The lord calls me his masterpiece!! He proclaims his love for me openly and says he wants me to be his child.
As days go by and I walk stronger in the lord, I have a new perspective on life.I have gone from being a depressed little child more positive adult.

Although I must admit that evil lies close and I sometimes tend to make the same mistake I have committed before, but my sins don’t bog me down anymore, they rather help me get closer to him as I repent and each time I fall,I plan to get up and strive towards not falling again and this is a pact I make with god.

A friend in need is a friend indeed :)

Its 6.15 am , I’m wide awake due to some un called for and self inflicted stupidity. Evasively contemplating between going to the gym and getting back to bed.

It’s a gorgeous morning, bright and fairly warm. A perfect day for a morning walks.
I can hear the soft raga of the flute playing somewhere in the distant and it soothes my mind a bit.
I get on line as most slackers do when awake and suddenly my best friend is online, just when I need her! She is truly god sent and stuck by me in most of myself inflicted madness.

She works the magic of her words on me yet again, but this time she’s a bit stern and has tone of a person who cares for you but means business. She warns me to get my act together and stop being someone else I’m not.
Her sweet voice says she loves me and misses our time together, and explains how one has to move on and see what new adventures life brings for us, while we embark upon UN called adventures we still remain entwined in the happy fond memories we once shared.

We make a pact on spending more time webcam chatting on weekends and say good bye. I do thank our wonderful god for good friends most off all I thank him for her.

Mangoes

The summer season in India brings unquenchable heat; nevertheless it brings pleasant things too. Like big yellow lush fruits.. Yes! I’m talking about the king of all fruits the one and only Mr.Mangoe

As far as traditions go, eating mangoes is part of long lost Indian traditions. I remember my summers in Mangalore where the entire family got together once a year to enjoy the peace and calm of a village life.

Three generations, gathered under one roof, in a big portico that served as an entertainment section for guest and turned into a big dining room at meal times.
It also that acted as a community hall 14 grand children aged 13 to 1 years old. The 150 year old Portuguese designed house with its massive ceilings was a delight.



I still remember the teak wood round dining table that adorns the entrance of a beautiful red tiled mansion with money plants across the circumference.
I was only 6 years then and one thing that stuck in my mind was eating mangoes. Different mangoes which tasted different and were from every tree at Granma’s.

I feel nostalgic,I’m back to being a 6 year old running around in my tiny knee length frocks and sandals.This very memory is fresh and bright as the yellow lush fruit and big a part of my life and it feels as if it just happened yesterday.

I can see everyone just gathered in front of a heap of raw mangoes and large ceramic jars and ultimately the end result would be big jars of yummy pungent mango Achar (pickles) to take back home with us to the city life we led .

A very well known tradition in India is savoring mangoes post lunch or dinner. It’s as if its second nature to us and seasonal habit. Eating a fruit is definitely part of the Indian diet, however during summer you will find this yellow lush fruit definitely rules.

I miss being a 6 year old and getting messy while eating the king of fruits. I do someday wish my kids will be able to experience the joys of simple lives in the village rather than electronic gadgets in the cities

The Magic Scripture!

If you were to think of the most negative person on earth, I can surely tell you, I take the entire cake. I have always been a happy person, yet there has always been this very daunting air for not taking things for granted part of me, which has landed me in to more trouble than I could manage.

I’m sat at my bed, and its 3.30 am Friday morning. I’m at a point of my life where everything should seem quite settled and happy, yet I have found a way to make myself stagger through known waters of negativity.

As I was reading a specific blog, it just dawned upon me that I was terribly questioning the lord and his presence in my life. I can easily say that I’m the so called struggling Christian and life is like an everyday war between good and bad.
There is one specific part of the scripture that came to my mind and always does when I questions my whole existence on this planet that is the magic gospel of Mathew , Chapter 6 …I call it my magic scripture.

The sheer depth of that chapter leaves me baffled and makes me think twice about the worthless love the world has to offer. The love that is temporary is vain.

I read the chapter it provides me great solace, makes me feel worthy. Makes its crystal clear that God does not play games, he is a direct, he loves us and that’s all there is to it. His love is unconditional, like your his first love and he’ll love you no matter what you do, how you look or how many times you fall.

The day I truly feel god in my life, will be the day I will never care for any other love again. Until then my life is a struggle and I only pray I come victorious one day.