Week 1

Vacations are a lot of fun. Here are some lessons I learned in my bid to make it a lot more adventurous
- Untangling supply wires carrying 300V with bare hands and some PVC pipes isn't after all that dangerous.
- Riding around in the city with no shoes given the temperature are comprehensively over 43 C ensures a burnt foot.
- Sitting out for an hour in the worst dust storm of the season would eventually result in a shampooing session of almost the similar time period.
- Helmet-less driving will cost once in a while.
- There are all chances of one sweating even while travelling in an ac bus if you are carrying a 20kg carton full of coconuts and over ripe bananas.

I hope to learn better lessons during the remaining part of my vacations in the North

Train Journey

Orange Short Pants
Red Stripped Shirt
Green Pyjamas
Yellow Mangoes
Polka dot Underwears
Purged Conscience
Word around Wrist
Spinach Splash
Tweet Tornado
Schalke '04

Just being random. Heat Blown Me!

The Thief's Testimony

I am a thief; a murderer; the personification of all known vices. I’ve earned my place on this rocky hill, this torturous one way ticket to the tree. I’ve killed for no reason, ransacked for the nerve of it; stolen for pleasure, disregrded everything but myself. It’s been a lonely life, the rouges that were my friends fled with their lives when the soldiers came calling, they left me sleeping unarmed and helpless. I knew all along they had no regard for me, but neither did I. My heart was a black hole, dark as the deepest ocean, where nothing went in and nothing ever cared to peep out. Here I lay now on this rugged piece of wood the Romans so scornfully call the cross, bleeding. My mind goes haywire, my transgressions haunting me as though I was the victim in each frame. The cry of the helpless, the blood of the innocent, the prayer of the righteous, the utter agony of the murdered, pierce my once insolent mind. I know I have wronged; I deserve what I suffer , I’m reaping the rich harvest of what I’ve sowed. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my impertinent careeer, my terminal destination, my final post. As I hang to my woes, my hazy eyes draw the picture of a lamb being slaughtered in my place for my iniquities. How can that be ? my barmy mind ask. Out in the valley like a mirage, I see another man, brought up the stony path to be crucified. The nearer he gets, the more I hear about him. I see his broken bleedy face, He looks at me with a warmth, I’ve never felt my entire life. His eyes barely open, but deep down I see a twinkle.They spitefully call him the KING of JEWS. I know they don’t mean a word they say. Who dares to incur the wrath of Ceaser these days ? Why do I feel that the Romans are right ? Is it my dying mind ? They laugh at him in derision. They beat him, they spit at him, they make the charade of a king out of him. They bruise every bone of his : from his skull, to his rib, to his hip, to his toe. They make a mockery out of his kingship. I somehow know this is not the end of the King. I somehow know he is much more than the weak human my eyes can see. He gave me much by one look on my face. I now know I have a brother, I know I have a father, I know I have friend, and someone I can finally trust. Tears roll down my craggy face. I’ve never felt so comforted before. I don’t understand why my heart wants me to ask this of the King, I cry out in the midst of all this pain” Jesus, could you please remember me when you are in your kingdom ?” He turns his head to my side, looks at me with a compasionate tearfull eye, and a difficult smile. He says these golden words to me “ I tell the truth, today you will live with Me in paradise.”

The Thief's Testimony

I am a thief; a murderer; the personification of all known vices. I’ve earned my place on this rocky hill, this torturous one way ticket to the tree. I’ve killed for no reason, ransacked for the nerve of it; stolen for pleasure, disregrded everything but myself. It’s been a lonely life, the rouges that were my friends fled with their lives when the soldiers came calling, they left me sleeping unarmed and helpless. I knew all along they had no regard for me, but neither did I. My heart was a black hole, dark as the deepest ocean, where nothing went in and nothing ever cared to peep out. Here I lay now on this rugged piece of wood the Romans so scornfully call the cross, bleeding. My mind goes haywire, my transgressions haunting me as though I was the victim in each frame. The cry of the helpless, the blood of the innocent, the prayer of the righteous, the utter agony of the murdered, pierce my once insolent mind. I know I have wronged; I deserve what I suffer , I’m reaping the rich harvest of what I’ve sowed. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my impertinent careeer, my terminal destination, my final post. As I hang to my woes, my hazy eyes draw the picture of a lamb being slaughtered in my place for my iniquities. How can that be ? my barmy mind ask. Out in the valley like a mirage, I see another man, brought up the stony path to be crucified. The nearer he gets, the more I hear about him. I see his broken bleedy face, He looks at me with a warmth, I’ve never felt my entire life. His eyes barely open, but deep down I see a twinkle.They spitefully call him the KING of JEWS. I know they don’t mean a word they say. Who dares to incur the wrath of Ceaser these days ? Why do I feel that the Romans are right ? Is it my dying mind ? They laugh at him in derision. They beat him, they spit at him, they make the charade of a king out of him. They bruise every bone of his : from his skull, to his rib, to his hip, to his toe. They make a mockery out of his kingship. I somehow know this is not the end of the King. I somehow know he is much more than the weak human my eyes can see. He gave me much by one look on my face. I now know I have a brother, I know I have a father, I know I have friend, and someone I can finally trust. Tears roll down my craggy face. I’ve never felt so comforted before. I don’t understand why my heart wants me to ask this of the King, I cry out in the midst of all this pain” Jesus, could you please remember me when you are in your kingdom ?” He turns his head to my side, looks at me with a compasionate tearfull eye, and a difficult smile. He says these golden words to me “ I tell the truth, today you will live with Me in paradise.”

Revival

With twitter offering micro-blogging as the 'new' thing I got carried away. Plus with facebook making social networking easier and real blogging couldn't deliver its early promise. But with renewed competition from a colleague of mine i hope to revive my blogging career.
Regards

What is LOVE?

If you asked someone what exactly love is, they probably couldn't tell you a concrete definition. Love is not something that can be easily defined. Almost everybody agrees that love is great and that the world always needs more of it. The best type of love is unconditional love. The love a parent has for their child. The love a dog has for their owner. The love that best friends have no matter what happens. Unconditional love isn't a common practice though. It seems like Love is becoming a rare thing in our world. We have the ability to hate and treat others badly and many people choose to do so. But by loving we can fight the good fight. So what exactly is love. I can't tell you a solid definition but I can tell you how I view the concept of love. Love involves self-sacrifice or the willing to self-sacrifice. It's a scary thought to die. It might be an even scarier thought to die for someone else. Jesus Christ died for our sins. Although we can't directly witness him paying the price for us he did. That's love. That's the kind of love that would drive a parent to die for their child or a sibling to die for a sibling or a friend to die for a friend. In fact that's the kind of love that drives a stranger to die for another stranger. I believe that love also consists of very simple sacrifices. Doing something for someone out of the kindness of your heart and not needing recognition for it. Christianity is a practice of love. This love ranges from self-love to love for others to love for God. God is Love (1 John 5:17). Love is what motivates God in his actions (1 John 4:16). The book of John talks a lot about Love and has some very beautiful passages about what Love is. I think it's important we practice loving others, especially in an ever increasing diverse world. Love is something that can change the world and change lives.

Imitators

"Be imitators of me, as I also am of Christ" We are people committed to serve God the Creator of heaven and earth and to follow the Lord Jesus Christ. We are not ashamed to be called Christians although we are not worthy to take that lofty name.

We see the Christian world divided into various denominations and thus misrepresenting Christ and the gospel he preached. So our commitment is to follow the doctrines of the word of God and to follow the apostolic example, as it is found in the pages of the New Testament.

We are just known as Christians,and that as a matter of policy. We believe all that orthodox Christians have always believed. And so we organise believers in any given locality without any divisive names or labels. We believe salvation is obtained by repentance and faith in the Lord Jesus.

The beauty of NT Christianity was that those who received Christ were baptised and were encouraged to meet together frequently for mutual edification and also to eat the Lord's supper weekly.