Her Voice !!!!

One in the late days of January 2010, the inside roads of Kalwa, Mumbai. It was just midnight, so cold and quiet and breezy. As I was walking, I saw an Auto rickshaw pass by. And it stopped behind me. I heard her crying, “Please drop me back at home, this is not what I signed up for. Don’t do this”. The voice was high pitched, sweet, but helpless and desperate and young, a college student.
I looked back, and started moving nearer to the vehicle with an intention to help her out. I took few steps backward, and soon came thoughts stormed into my mind, “Will I be physically handle the villain? Am I capable enough? Is it kinda showing off action?”
Then I stopped. I felt like there was a battle going inside me head. “Should I help/act doing right thing which might hurt me or walk away from it being on the safer side?” The question was “Is it right thing, worth the sufferings or walking away losing a life!” as I was struggling finding no one near, the auto started moving forward, I didn’t speak, I didn’t respond, I didn’t move. The driver took the auto further away from me, and I heard the voice of the cry fading away.

Today as I still remember that voice that is still resonating and echoing in my ears, the story is unfolded…

My Brother and friends all over the World. ARE YOU GOING TO RAISE YOUR VOICE AND ACT AGAINST IT? OR ARE YOU STANDING AND WAITING TO MAKE A CHOICE LIKE ME ? Think about your girlfriend(s), think about your sister(s), think about your mother. I missed an opportunity to stand for WHAT IS RIGHT ? BUT I Pray and Hope that YOU DON’T

Who told you that THIS WILL NEVER CHANGE ? IT IS A LIE.. YOU and I take can initiative to change this city, to change this district, to change this state or county, to change this region, to change this country, to change this continent, and ultimately to the change the Whole World, making it a better place for our sons and daughters…

God Bless You

Uniqueness of Christ Part 2 - Quotes

He was the meekest and lowliest of all the sons of men, yet he spoke of coming on the clouds of heaven with the glory of God. He was so austere that evil spirits and demons cried out in terror at his coming, yet he was so genial and winsome and approachable that the children loved to play with him, and the little ones nestled in his arms. His presence at the innocent gaiety of a village wedding was like the presence of sunshine.
No one was half so compassionate to sinners, yet no one ever spoke such red hot scorching words about sin. A bruised reed he would not break, his whole life was love, yet on one occasion he demanded of the Pharisees how they ever expected to escape the damnation of hell. He was a dreamer of dreams and a seer of visions, yet for sheer stark realism He has all of our stark realists soundly beaten. He was a servant of all, washing the disciples feet, yet masterfully He strode into the temple, and the hucksters and moneychangers fell over one another to get away from the mad rush and the fire they saw blazing in His eyes.
He saved others, yet at the last Himself He did not save. There is nothing in history like the union of contrasts which confronts us in the gospels. The mystery of Jesus is the mystery of divine personality.
- James Stewart, Scottish theologian

We look back upon history, and what do we see? Empires rising and falling. Revolutions and Counterrevolutions. Wealth accumulated and wealth disbursed. Shakespeare has written of the rise and fall of great ones, that ebb and flow with the moon. I look back upon my own fellow countrymen, once upon a time dominating a quarter of the world, most of them convinced, in the words of what is still a popular song, that the God who made them mighty, shall make them mightier yet.
I've heard a crazed, cracked Austrian announce to the world the establishment of a Reich that would last a thousand years. I have seen an Italian clown say he was going to stop and restart the calendar with his own ascension to power. I've heard a murderous Georgian brigand in the Kremlin, acclaimed by the intellectual elite of the world as wiser than Solomon, more humane than Marcus Aurelius, more enlightened than Ashoka.
I have seen America, wealthier and in terms of military weaponry, more powerful than the rest of the world put together, so that had the American people so desired, they could have outdone a Caesar, or an Alexander in the range and scale of their conquests.
All in one lifetime, all in one lifetime, all gone. Gone with the wind. England part of a tiny island off the coast of Europe, threatened with dismemberment and even bankruptcy. Hitler and Mussolini dead, remembered only in infamy. Stalin a forbidden name in the regime he helped found and dominate for some three decades. America haunted by fears of running our of those precious fluids that keeps their motorways roaring, and the smog settling, with troubled memories of a disastrous campaign in Vietnam, and the victories of the Don Quixotes of the media as they charged the windmills of Watergate. All in one lifetime, all in one lifetime, all gone. Gone with the wind.
Behind the debris of these solemn supermen, and self-styled imperial diplomatists, there stands the gigantic figure of one, because of whom, by whom, in whom and through whom alone, mankind may still have peace: The person of Jesus Christ. I present him as the way, the truth, and the life.
- Malcolm Muggeridge

The Uniqueness of Christ Part 1

I'm an Indian, a christian. I never used to follow Christ or care about any of it till 2 years ago. Now i think reason and believe. Why are we judging a religion according to the dropdown options in Google. its all technology. BUT One thing is true. Christianity is NOT A RELIGION. It is a personal relationship with Christ Jesus. You look any other world views or religion, they cannot give an answer to the question of
1) Origin
2) Meaning
3) Purpose
4) Destiny
of our life. And NO OTHER religion can explain to you better about SUFFERING in our lives than Christ. For HE suffered for you and me. HE DIED for you and me. And HE ROSE AGAIN victorious so that whoever believes in HIM will Live With HIM in HIM. Christianity/ Christ is no fake. You go through the Bible and compare it with the History and you will find the accuracy of the Bible. Approx 99% of the bible have been researched and found accurate. its a book of 66 books written by more than 100 Authors. But interestingly, whenyou read it its as if it was written by One person, One who existed all through those times, One who was there when all those things happened. GOD. God wrote the Bible for us THROUGH the People of God so that we can have access to God. Bible is not about how we can reach God, its about How God has reached out to us !! God Bless You..

What about that youngster ?

January 13th 2010, Wednesday 11:33 am .

As I was a returning, I saw one young guy, may be 11-19 years old, blue shirt, crossing the railway tracks from the 3rd platform to the 2nd of the Vashi Railway Station. He got down to the empty track and to the 2nd platform he climbed and was caught by a man, white shirt and grey trousers took him forcefully through the waiting train for departure to Thane at 11:15 in which I was, to the 1st platform . It touched my spirit, the way he took the youngster by his collar and into the building the man took the youngster. I don’t know what he did with the boy.

My soul was crying out to me to go into the “place where he took him” and pay the fine for him or whatever and release the youngster. I tried to ignore that feeling as it’s an extra-ordinary radical action thought. But the push inside me became stronger and stronger in seconds and I couldn't control it. I jumped out the train and looked into the place where he took the youngster to. I saw a police officer and I took back my steps with a thought that “the police would involve me in the case or whatever”, and got back on the train.

I'm 22 and I'm not a great man who knows about lots of things, but The Spirit in me was saying that, that youngster could be a great leader or a scientist or something of tomorrow, because of a mistake in his young age and the punishment that shook him and he could lose his focus in life.

I don't know what he is going through right now, as I'm writing this on the train. If he is suffering or is tortured or asked for fine, I'd ask the nation, “Which is Important and valued most! A small mistake of a youngster or A Great Leader in the future? Couldn't he be warned and let go off? Will he ever have a respect to the Law or the Law Keepers? Will he be free of fear to talk to a Law Enforcer about an evil practice in this Great Nation of Ours? Is it necessary that we have to be rude and have an attitude to keep the Value of the Law OVER the Value of a Human Being?

By the way, I'm not saying the person whoever he is did a wrong thing by catching him. What did he do after that. If he advised the boy and left him, God Bless him, else we need a second thought on it.

With Respect and Love to the Nation and to The People

Don’t celebrate Republic Day, Act it

Indian Republic Day 2010. January 26^th. Kalwa, Mumbai.

I woke up the morning and it was Indian Republic Day, but I didn’t find much difference in the air in my room; it was the same. I got ready to go out and the air of freedom and celebration rushed into my nostrils and my love for the country was revoked. Seeing the little tricolored flags in the hands of little ones and the flags on shirts and faces everything was good in my eyes. I said “Thank God for this country and its Freedom”. And I saw few around a pole and the time I reached, there goes the “Tricolored Flag(Saffron, White, Green) with Saffron on the top and with the Chakra(Blue) in the middle” representing the Nation of Republic of India, flying in freedom in the morning breeze. My hands went up unknowingly and my eyes couldn’t hold the emotions in my heart and soul. Hot tears started rolling down cheeks remembering the ones who gave their soul for this Great Country, World’s Biggest Democratic Nation with the Highest Number of Native Cultures. And then raised the Anthem, Jana Gana Mana…..

After that I went to my home, and as I was cleaning the surroundings of my house after which I looked out to the unmaintained streets in many ways, and somehow the whole country came into eyes and the unclean streets throughout the country, and people moving ignoring it.

After that in deep sleep I dreamt “I was taking a walk and still the tricolors blurring my vision, small flags, big flags, pocket flags, plastic flags and you name it. As I was going my eyes fell on a man, and I looked into his eyes. It was white and only white. He was struggling to walk with a stick, with bruises, red stripe and wounds on his body, with a torn dress, and a torn trouser and which he probably doesn’t know for his world was full of darkness. Many passed with the flags by him and none had the courage or initiative to help or feed him.

And as I went forward, there was a crippled in rags trying to lifting him and see the flag hosting ceremony. None noticing him and they in their own world of celebration of Republic Day.

Later on I saw a leper with his unclean wound on his foot with worms in it and pus flowing out. Many pass by, look at his wound and close their nose and turn their face and walks away.

And did I see a teenager struggling to get out of the clutch of youngsters trying abuse her and many walks by them with the flag and none concerned or feared to respond.

Nearby was a woman by the roadside, alone, with naked breasts, feeding her child and a man snatching the child from the mother threatening to kill with a knife and takes the child. The mother, with her weak body tries to hold the man’s leg, but the man drags her causing wounds and pain all over her body. But the man forcefully takes the child away and the people just stands there and looks watching the scene.

Then I saw a young man walking with some money which he got as a gift. No sooner he entered the road, he was attacked and the money was taken stabbing the youngster. Blood splashed all over the place and drops fell on my face. I tried to wash it away, but it wasn’t going.

And I saw a small child with the father and mother fighting in the background, verbally abusing each other with words outside the child’s knowledge. The child closed her ears, and sooner it became a physical fight which the child saw and she ran way fearing. The Next I saw her jump from a high building giving up her life.“

I couldn’t stand it anymore and I woke up.

Is this Our Country?! I believe these things and even worse things happen in this Country of Ours. And I’ve seen few of these things in reality(the first ones) and I’ve noticed.

My friends, My Brothers & Sisters, when the day hits The Republic Day and Independence day in the Indian calendars, what are we doing?! Celebrating the Day in our own world or trying to make this country a better place to live.

I wonder, if Our Forefathers, the Leaders who led This Country to freedom was alive, what would they do? What would they say? Let us not anymore only Celebrate Republic and Independence Day, but ACT IT and make this country a better place to live in for everyone….

Jai Hind !!!! Mera Bharath Mahan !!!!!