Monday, August 15, 2016

Where is the Shepherd

Reading The Hindu has become a spiritual process these days, there’s just a sinking feeling of nothingness when you come across news about atrocities inflicted on little children. How do you reconcile to live with what you’ve just read and imagined? Recently an 8-year-old boy was sexually assaulted, had his throat slit and head smashed with a boulder. Girls as young as 3 years old and sometimes even babies are sexually abused and molested. Similar stories keep surfacing and the evil perpetrators don’t seem to fear anything, in fact gruesome child rapes seem to be on the rise and it is mind-numbingly baffling. How can one torture and traumatise a child in an unnatural and inhuman way, how depraved does one have to be to force his perverted carnal desires on a little child’s body. Aren’t they the littlest of lambs, the smallest in His fold… tiny playful little lambs. Who snatched them away, where was the Shepherd? How does one go about life, knowing such things are not a rare occurrence? What can be done to weed out the scum in society and make the world more humane? How do you deal with a lethargic government that drags and falters every step of the way when it comes to protection of the weaker sex or race? Why can’t the science of evolution and adaptability take over, make us stronger or give us wolverine like claws? How long are we going to read reports like this in the news, shudder at the horror of it all, say a prayer and hope that good will triumph in the end?

The onus rests on all of us to reform as a society, first sex should be treated as something natural instead of sweeping it under the rug and making it sound like a bad/dirty/forbidden/disgusting/sinful activity that should never be discussed. Sex education ought to be mandatory in schools for teenagers; students should know what it is and should be able to talk about it with an adult. Younger children should be aware of how people interact with them, school and parents should collectively inform them about the methods of touching and playing; what constitutes the good and friendly touch and what areas of their body should never be touched by other people. Steps to improve society can only start at the ground level, children should be taught to respect each other and their surroundings. Right now everything in mainstream media is blatantly sexual, and try as we may there really is no way to protect them from all this, but we can talk to them, monitor what they watch and just do the best we can in this fast paced world. Whether we like it or not, they are going to get all their information from the internet and we can only hope that we have given them enough basic knowledge and love to judge for themselves and make the right choices. That’s where prayer is really necessary, we can’t always be there for our loved ones but if we instill in them this deep faith and love for Christ, then they’ll know what to do when troubles arise, they’ll go straight to Him. And trust me when I say this will be the best thing you’ll ever do for them. Even now when I am faced with difficulties, I still remember what my mom used to say, ‘Do your best, God will take care of the rest’. And mom was really right, Jesus has always come through for me, life is just so much easier knowing Him.

The Shepherd is always there, has always been there and will always be there… it is us, society that has brought upon itself all kinds of malaise by our perpetual hankering for physical and material pleasures, not realising that the only one who can truly satisfy the human heart is the one who made it.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

What you seek is seeking you

‘What you seek is seeking you’, this quote by the Persian poet Rumi is amazingly true, provided that which is being sought is in tune with our highest calling. Our highest yearning is to be one with the divine, to know that His spirit resides in us and in essence we are all spiritual beings with a purpose. This life is not meant to be dull, there is power immanent in all of us. Power from the Father who did not create us to be ordinary people leading mundane lives. He created us to love without measure and without boundaries, that’s when we encounter Him. That’s when we also realise divine love will seek us and find us if we truly desire it.

A love like that just exists, it cannot be explained, it changes our lives by changing our rigid perspectives. We begin to see that everything we’ve gone through has been for this purpose, to experience the wonders His love can bring about. There’s no going back to the old confused selves; when we feel His love working in us, we start living on a higher plane of existence. The superficial problems of the past fades away when divine love works its way into our consciousness.

Our life here is based on the quality of our thoughts, we tend to attract whatever we send out into the universe. Happiness cannot be sought from outside sources, if we emit good thoughts and deeds, they will come back to us. Like Roald Dahl says, ‘If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.’ Spread this light of loveliness and life will be worth the living.

Although you appear in earthly form, your essence is pure Consciousness. You are the fearless guardian of Divine Light. ~ Rumi

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Tuesday, May 17, 2016


Another travel post... we went to Maldives last month to celebrate Mom and Dad's 40th wedding anniversary. We (me and my brother) wanted something close by since nobody was interested in flying long distance, and Maldives seemed like the best option. But searching for a nice resort was quite time consuming, cause Maldives is a collection of numerous islands and tourism and fishing dominate their economy. So resorts are everywhere, some islands contain only the resort with no sign of local life or villages. And the pictures of these high end resorts are amazing, cabins right in the middle of still blue waters and perfect landscapes everywhere. It was manicured nature, clipped here and nipped there to make it picture perfect. I was slowly growing desperate, I didn't want to go to any of these places... somehow they seemed to lack soul, that earthy charm was not coming through. So I delegated the search to my sister, I was behind her night and day to find a nice resort that didn't seem stuck up like the Apple brand. So after a lot of searching, we came across Aveyla Manta Village which seemed like a great place, the pictures too gave off this nice down-to-earth vibe. So I emailed them and they were quick to respond to any questions I had, we finally decided on this place and booked our rooms after a lot of emailing.    

The capital of Maldives, Malé (pronounced Mah-lay), is about an hour and fifteen minutes flight from Trivandrum. After landing in Malé we had to take a 20 minutes domestic flight to Dharavandhoo island where the resort Aveyla is located. Driving through the island you see small nondescript houses with the particular hammock styled swings hanging from trees. Aveyla, which means 'Ancient' in the Maldivian language, is architecturally beautiful and has a cute little reading nook, the rooms are clean and spacious and the few standard dishes they have are quite nice.We stayed here four days and most of the time we were in the ocean rolling around in the white sand, playing in the turquoise waters, going for long walks on  the beach, sitting in the sea immersed swings and checking out the village. I can see how we evolved from the ocean, there's this inexplainable affinity to the ocean... she always seems to beckon us back in. The beach had a deserted island feel to it, there were hardly any folks around and since nature was the primal landscape artist here.... the beach had all  kinds of beautiful decaying stuff lying around. There were dead tree trunks stretching into the ocean and they made this trip even more memorable cause of all the scrambling and climbing I was doing. To get on the higher branches, my brother would kneel down and I would climb on his knee, up his shoulder and then get onto a high bark. It was pretty hilarious, most of the time we would topple over into the water, but once we got on top it was pretty cool... the scrapes and cuts were worth it all, not to mention the awesome picture opportunities. Just walking on the beach was like a treasure hunt, with a lot of beautiful ocean junk lying around; we came back with a bag full of it. On our last day on the island, it was thundering, lightening and sheets of water were hitting the ocean while waves were crashing the shore and the wind was whistling through everything... it was nature's grand orchestra biding us adieu.