BOXED IN, FOR A CHANGE!

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The air was loud with altercations, murmurings, complaints and what-not.

“Our goods sell well because people see them displayed on the pavement. Their beauty captivates customers! Here we are not visible, but hidden!”

The officials shrugged their shoulders and pointed to their orders to clear the pavements.

“You are out of the sun, rain, dust & thieves. Its nice, clean and safe here.  The cool corridors will help people actually shop here more. Ungrateful wretches!”

The traders were not mollified, for hadn’t their fathers & grandfathers done business there? The old way was good for commerce & company. The new one seemed sterile, each in their own box. So why change?

Why pay rent now?

*A normal scenario and news item that occurs on and off in Chennai, India!

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T. Nagar footpath shops removed

http://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/chennai/t-nagar-footpath-shops-removed/article5322798.ecee
http://www.newindianexpress.com/cities/chennai/Pondy-Bazaar-hawkers-move-to-new-corporation-complex-without-a-fuss/2013/11/08/article1878478.ec

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HEARTFELT!

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Lord, excavate me totally, purging all that is gross
Expose the hidden things of darkness, banishing all You hate most!
Brand me with humility, whatever the cost
May I always seek to be, only a servant of the cross!

Teach me to live in the shadow, of the canopy of Your grace,
Content to be only a vessel, ready & fit for Your use!
Help me consider with joy, the smallest one you send my way
Serving always humbly, until the close of each day!

Cover me with Your Hand, let there be holy conception
Of Your Word within my womb, of Your Life within my own!
May I your handmaiden only be, content to waste my life
Pouring it out a living sacrifice, always joyful in the service of my King!

May I lose my self and all that is Me, wincing not at the pain nor considering the strain,
A vessel of honor, found worthy to follow in Your train!
May Your Kingdom be my only desire, the object of all I seek,
Until Your day dawns, when I get to see you face to face!

 

*THE OUTFLOW OF MY HEART DURING A PLANNING MEETING TIME OF PRAYER

REFLECTIONS

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How long should I walk, Prakash? I’ve been waiting to remove this white bandage and see!

Almost there, Deepa. Just a little more.

Oh, finally you are removing the bandage, Prakash!

Open your eyes slowly and look, Deepa!

Wowwww! Its just beautiful. My first sight is beautiful light!

I wanted to you to see what I will be to you, always!

You have proved that you have been named right!

Let me come around you.

What are you doing?

Will do me the honor of being the lamp of my heart and home!

I will, for you have lighted my darkness!

 

*Deepa is a girl’s name in Tamil that comes from the word Deepam, which means lamp. Prakash is a boy’s name in Tamil that comes from the word Prakasam meaning bright or light!

(Sorry folks, if my writing seems cheesy. This pic took my breath away with its play of lights that I majored on it!)

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HAND WORK

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Ammachi, what’s that?

That’s the grinding stone in a corner of our kitchen then. ithelped us make atta or rice flour.

How did you do it?

We would put handfuls of grain between the two stones. Bottom is stationary, upper can be rotated. Powdering is done when you move the stick round and round.

Must have taken ages. Seems painful.

Naaa. We used to tell stories or share our lives with one another. It was bonding.

Looks heavy. Guess it can’t be lifted by hand.

Naa. My mother used it to handle a man who wanted to harm her.

 

*Ammachi – grandmother, atta – wheat flour

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FESTIVITY

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Jaya, finished the murukkus?

Yes, Amma. Athirasam and laddus too by 11.30 pm last night.

Idly, chutney, vadai, kesari, coffee must be ready by 5.30 am.

I started cooking at 3.30 am, so I will be done by then.

Marumagalae, hope you had your bath before starting. Maapillai is very particular.

I did at 3 am, Amma.

Viji, what are you still doing in the kitchen? It’s prayer time!

I am coming, Amma.

Marumagalae, come quickly. The whole family must be there for the first pattasu!

On the way, Amma.

Enough watching the mathappu. Run and serve the breakfast now. 
Remember lunch must be ready by 11.30 am.

 

* The scene described is normal during a festival in India.

In India, gender disparity and discrimination still exist, especially in rural and northern areas. Nowhere is this more evident than during a festival.

The daughter-in-law (marumagal) is expected to work hard, while the son-in-law (maapillai) of the family is treated like a king.

Amma – mother, pattasu – fireworks, mathappu – sparklers (fireworks).

Murukku, Athirasam, Laddu – sweetmeats usually made at home during festivals.

Iddly – rice cake, vadai – fried lentil dough circles, chutney – accompaniment for the rice cake, kesari – sweet pudding, all breakfast items.

BOAT RHYME!

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Row, row, row the boat, gently down the lake,
 I will tell a story that will cause your heart to ache.

He was such a simple man, full of loving care,
 You would never think of him as having any foe.

The high & mighty ones who’re always holding all in sway,
 Sought about in every way to make him go away.

Though it seemed to be that they had won their own nasty way,
 Yet he proved them wrong on the morn of his third day.

So we now can rest secure that truth will always win,
 Though it often seems to be that evil ne’er will end.

Row, row, row the boat, gently down life’s stream,
 Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is not just a dream!

 

*TO BE  SUNG TO THE TUNE OF THE NURSERY RHYME                                               

CONSIDER HER WAYS & BE WISE!

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I just read in Proverbs about learning from ants. Apart from the fact they gather food in summer for winter, what else can I learn?

Well, for one thing, ants are eusocial species, just like wasps.

Whaat?

They live in multi-generational family groups wherein a vast majority of individuals  cooperate to help a relatively few reproductive group members.

Meaning?

Due to constraints, some voluntarily give up their own rights to reproduce in order that a select few may.

That’s not fair.

Maybe not, but they are unselfishly sacrificing for the common good.

I wouldn’t give up anything.

Of course you would. You underestimate your love for us!

*In an age when individuality holds sway and a vast majority seem to go with “I, ME, MINE”, it was refreshing to see the quality of community sacrificial living in God’s creation, a true reflection of His heart!