The Bermuda Triangle

We humans never know when it comes We never want it to come too.  It creeps in without a sound and It crawls inside without permission.  The danger some cells can do The way it eats us from inside; Nobody knows how to escape from it Nor make it disappear.  This world has been infested It has reached every nook and corner More than its widespread  Its consumption is intolerable.  The number of lives it has taken away The number of homes it has shattered Yet it still keeps cropping inside Intruding on the peace and calm.  It makes us go through rays And gets us injected with all kinds of fluids All with the hope to extend Life in all ways possible.  Some face it daringly Others with fear. Come what may It can never touch our soul. It has no idea that we humans Are filled with will power and resilience It has no idea that we can overcome any hurdle With faith and determination.  Millions are affected by it Suffering with pain and agony Maybe it thinks its unconquerable The pace with which

"How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven."  Genesis 28:17 In the Bible, Jacob built an altar in honour of the Almighty and it was called Bethel- a 'house of God'. Bethel Mar Thoma Church, Padi is one such house of God in Chennai in which believers gather, and incense, praise and prayers rise. It is a House of God in which all the members enjoy such a warm fellowship that gives us that Early Church vibes as we read in the Scriptures. It is a House of God that knows how to give and share the love of their Saviour.  The three of us were still in a trance as we landed in Chennai- on 30th April, 2021- particularly me, not willing to accept the way we came all of a sudden to a new place- and especially dejected after getting transferred once again during the pandemic. But I know now that through this transfer, God wanted us to understand His goodness and mercy once again- and be a living witness to how His plans are be

The Schram Academy has become one with my very breath and being for the past 3 years. Ever since I joined in June 2021, I have been in awe of the school. More than a school, it is a haven to mould and mentor future global citizens with confidence and pride. Every year has been equal to a textbook each for me- about administration, team work, teaching strategies, and what not.  TSA gave me this huge opportunity in the midst of the uncertain times during May 2021- with the pandemic still raging out there. I had sent out emails to around 20 schools in a 10 kilometer radius from our parsonage in the Bethel Mar Thoma Church campus, where we got transferred to that month. One and only one school responded to my application and I attended two interviews online here before getting this job. While joining itself I told very clearly that I would most probably be in Chennai for three years only- now those three years passed by in a jiffy- and it is time for me to leave this school that has become

I know you are in a better place now I am happy that you won the war of pain and suffering You are finally in safe, strong Hands Safer than any of us could have kept you here.  But I can't help but be selfish a bit And wish that you were with me some time more. That would be unfair to you though As you had to bear decades of endless pain.  You have left your indelible mark  On the lives of many We were blessed to feel that all the more After you left us that day.  But you influenced us, your family, the most And now I feel like a fish out of water, Knowing that something is missing inside Something is pulling at my heart.  I've never seen anyone die before Not other than in movies- And I never thought as I stayed there with you That afternoon it'll happen in front of my eyes.   But you went so peacefully, so gracefully A blessed end to such an eventful life- A life that loved, cared and shared A life that served and enjoyed every moment.  Tears will keep coming Even though

Mimosa pudica or a Touch me not is a very special interactive plant- an eternal and universal fascination maybe many of us have- to touch it- and make it feel 'ashamed' and hide in itself- and watch it slowly regain its original structure. Even though the name says not to touch it- we always do, right?? Obviously, I'm no Botany expert like my Professor Dad- and cannot speak more about the Mimosa plant. I just want to bring an analogy here- something a Literature teacher can surely do- find comparisons and metaphors even if the author never even thought of it!!  It has been a very alarming trend in the recent times that people scarcely hold on to a job for long. Whether it is in the IT sector, banking or even Teaching- employees find it very difficult to comply to a higher authority- to accept if someone else gets promoted before them-or also find all the lame excuses in the world to avoid more work on their heads. Such people cannot tolerate last dates of submissions, mail

Music is part and parcel of our Christian life. A church service hardly happens without singing and praising the Lord.  The Church Choir is a replica of the heavenly hosts of angels that sing up there 24x7 glorifying the Almighty. Today, a new Seraphim has joined the team.  Prof. Jacob Kurian- was a constant enough name in my home- as he was my dad's senior colleague in Mar Thoma College, Thiruvalla, later Principal and also a family friend. My dad even stayed with his mother decades ago, during his bachelor life and early times in the college. His wife, Leelamma Miss was my Biology Teacher in Mar Thoma Residential School too. So Jacob Kurian Sir was someone we met saw frequently being in the same circle. I have listened to choirs he's conducted over the years also back then- in College, his home parish and the Thiruvalla Male Voices and Choral Society.  I was not that much of a solo singer, but I loved to sing in groups. But it was as a college student that I became more inter