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Sunday:  Triumphal entry into the city of Jerusalem hailed as King… ( Matthew 21:1-11, Mark 11:1-11, Luke 19:28-44, and John 12:12-19)   Monday:  Clearing the temple of money changers…doing an unpopular thing.. ( Matthew 21:12–22, Mark 11:15–19, Luke 19:45-48, and John 2:13-17) Tuesday:  In Jerusalem( Teaching on faith citing withered fig tree), at the temple (Calling Jews white washed graves) and at Mount of Olives (teaching on Jerusalem’s destruction & eventual Judgment)… No matters of blessings here… ( Matthew 21:23–24:51, Mark 11:20–13:37, Luke 20:1–21:36, and John 12:20–38.) Wednesday:  Silent Wednesday.. May be at Bethany Thursday:  Washing of Disciples’ feet and Last Supper / Passover feast…. Display of humility & Service.. ( Matthew 26:17–75, Mark 14:12-72, Luke 22:7-62, and John 13:1-38.)    Friday:  CROSS… The purpose of His coming.. Dying for the salvation of the w...

A re-post of an old "preserved" poem "We give in ... as day to night and night to day.... at only dawn and dusk.... who with their giving away their realms...... can make white mountains blush... the stars they shine their brightest bright... and nature spills her paints.... Oh just because  you give away... to me  and I to you, we convert our pains to joy"

In my city, I came across another tide of migrants leaving the mountain country in search of employment. Mostly uneducated men, they may find unskilled and semi skilled jobs in another country, and send a meager sum home to sustain their family. When the men leave their homes, the women fend for their families and fireplaces. If the men do well, they will get their families to join them. With the little money or the family migration, the women and children may find a life which is a shade better. Some women are not so fortunate. Caught in the dual dividend of gender and poverty, many women of Nepal have been swamped in the vortex of shame and subjugation;and find themselves living in the earthly hells called brothels and prisons. Smothered by this dark quagmire surrounding women and their children, two front line women heroes have arisen. Women, who felt they should not be sitting and sulking, but should start doing their own bit to make a differenc...

I was in the fifth grade in 1980, and my classroom had a big poster of ABBA members all dressed in white standing in front of a helicopter. Music did not interest me much then; the outdoor games, "horse" fights among the boys, football matches and walks along a forest trail were more fun. ABBA remained just a memory of a poster in the wall. A couple of years later, we were preparing for the school music competition.I somehow was made to be a part of the choir for the group song. Some teacher liked my tenor voice and got me included. While I was happy to merge my voice with thirty others in the group song, Carol would be representing our house for the solo song. She was rehearsing "The winner takes it all". It seemed at that time to be the best song I have ever heard. For the first time the acronym ABBA meant music to me. I may have heard ABBA off and on then; as for many years I was not much musically inclined. A few years ago, I came across a collection of s...

Pictures from Kalimpong, India

My daughter is growing up fast. I am counting the years before she is ready to leave us. I want somehow to stop the clock; there are just so many things that I want to do with her. Since I cannot stop time, I would like to give the best of myself to my daughter in the remaining time I have. Each moment seems precious. I long to spend her after school hours with her. Help her with her projects and homework. Watch some good movies with her. Go and help her explore the beautiful and wonderful world around.Help her with her poems, listen to her songs, compliment her drawings. Tell her about Aung san Su Ki, Margaret Thatcher  Mother Teresa, Florence Nightingale, Marie Curie and the constellation of great women who have impacted the world. I want her to be ready when she steps out into the world on her own. Ready to have her roots deep down and wings ready for soaring the heavens. Here's a song from Abba, which conveys my feelings, as I watch my daughter gro...