Nostalgia

Happiness is waking up in the morning to the sound of the distant church/temple music emanating from across the horizon...pure bliss.

Wedding Photography

My recent wedding photography experience

When the enemy seemed overpowering

^{Psalms 2:}

^{A very comforting section indeed for those like me who constantly question the vices of the human mind and its resultant actions. Humans plot and plan the downfall of their fellow beings but the Saviour strengthens and glorifies the innocent  in front of the wicked.}

^{It is wrong to believe that our own abilities can take us anywhere. It is only through His abundant guidance and gracious will that we can achieve unbelivable things in life.}

¹Why do the nations rage,

And the peoples meditate a vain thing?

²The kings of the earth set themselves,

And the rulers take counsel together,

Against Jehovah, and against his anointed, [saying],

³Let us break their bonds asunder,

And cast away their cords from us.

⁴He that sitteth in the heavens will laugh:

The Lord will have them in derision.

⁵Then will he speak unto them in his wrath,

And vex them in his sore displeasure:

⁶Yet I have set my king

Upon my holy hill of Zion.

⁷I will tell of the decree:

Jehovah said unto me, Thou art my son;

This day have I begotten thee.

⁸Ask of me, and I will give [thee] the nations for thine

inheritance,

And the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.

⁹Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron;

Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

¹⁰Now therefore be wise, O ye kings:

Be instructed, ye judges of the earth.

¹¹Serve Jehovah with fear,

And rejoice with trembling.

¹²Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way,

For his wrath will soon be kindled.

Blessed are all they that take refuge in him.

Anger

Recently realised:

Misdirected anger is a sign of weakness; It is the external manifestation of suppressed expression of thought in all matters of heart and mind.

What More?

Much to my dismay, I continue to be bothered by unsatisfied people around me. They seam to loathe life even though it may seem for others that everything is going fine for them. They can’t be stopped when they complain about their lives, their fate, their bank balances, their bosses, their over achieving cousins, the employers, and this list is endless. This is a new phenomenon that I believe that people typically acquire in their twenties. I do not remember meeting any cribber during my early childhood, middle school and college. This bunch of bugs has suddenly cropped out in the last few years since I started working in the corporate sector.

The typical talking point of this unhappy lot is the high real estate prices, unco-operative bosses (read ‘bosses who don’t fall for honey talk’), NRI cousins, IIT/IIM cousins/friends, rich classy friends met at the hobby class/foreign language class, frequent globe trotting friends and so on.

Take the example of a guy who is making a cool six figure sum, drives a posh four wheeler, resides in an elite location in a fancy apartment and is married to a woman he loves…and he is only 28. It seems like everything is going well for him. Alas, all is not rosy as he says. He thinks he deserves a higher position in the organisation, drive a better four wheeler, a bigger house and his matter of choice of his lady remains ambiguous. What prompts him for such greed/desire to succeed/ resounding unhappiness/constant bickering remains a mystery.

Far from this maddening environment, I leave office perplexed my state of being. As I walk towards the bus stop where I hop on to my way home, I cross a subzi mandi (vegetable market). It caters to the middle and low class folk of the surrounding locality and does not present a very appealing ambience to the visual or olfactory senses. However it reminds me of my childhood in Madurai town which was then laced with open drainages and rampant vegetable/fruit shops. Another common point in the two scenes is the loose cow/bullock/ox that sways around in the road unaware of any chaos. All these things have a peculiar smell and sound that I still remember and am reminded of when I cross that vicinity.

Somewhere deep within, it (the walk though the stinky market) strikes a bell that reminds me of my past, and the paths that I have tread. It helps me to be grounded and stay close to reality. It obviates vanity and lets me enjoy the strides that I have made due to God’s abundant grace on me.

The paths not taken..

Dear Lord Jesus Christ,
What happened to the paths that I could not take?
Where were they leading and where did they go?
What was in them,
that disappeared in untold folklore?
anticipation and dreams filled the forthcoming yore..
When the hour of the path passed by,
The sweat of labor was flowing high,
I was wishing them to smile, embrace drew nigh
To take me far to an engaging fore,
The material chase with mirages galore,
myopic movement, acrid race,
they all fizzled out in painful haze..

Dear Lord says,
Poor dreamer you are , poorer schemer,
juvenile planner and   unimaginative lover of life..
The paths you took have been bigger, bigger than the dreams,
Green and blue, beautiful,
divine sweeps of fine and full air,
concieved, planned and executed by Myeslf..

Dear Lord Jesus Christ,
Who am I to bother about the paths to take..
Your Holy spirit moves me in my existense..
In all happiness,
I must praise You,
For my blessing of being carefree 

Questions of some differently abled social beings

• Why does having to be a social animal be so difficult for some?
• Why are the odds stacked against some and little or none against their detractors?
• Why do the people who have access to the most vulnerable areas of a human mind often the ones who also like to hit them the hardest ?
• Why don't some people ever learn to guard their vulnerabilities?
• Why don't some people have vulnerabilities?
• Where does justice hide?