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30+25+11 Bonus Years

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To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.                   - Maya Angelou  Ms. Susan Chacko/ Ponnu/ Sr. Susan/ Mrs. Susan Thomas/ Mom/ Ponnu aunty/ Ponnu Ammamma/ Ponnu Ammachi. Loved and was loved by so many- and I am proud to say she was my mother. She was that Wonder-Woman nurse + teacher + family person who could juggle her house work with her job, take care of her kids or pets and even do as much as possible in church too. She could still find time to do stitching or some craft work, watch her favourite Hindi serials and also connect to those who she loved. As the time has come to the day she breathed her last - and went to meet her Savior- 365 days ago- I have to relieve my heart a bit to keep it pumping more to live in the way she wanted me to.  She always had high hopes about me- patiently dealing with my struggles to make it till 10th grade (comforting me that she was also never that good in M

A NEW STAR IN THE NIGHTSKY

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Death for a Christian is to fall asleep in the arms of Jesus and waking up and finding out that you're home.                                                                                                                                      -Alistair Begg It is not easy. Death. Waking up to the news of the passing away of a loved one. Especially when its the 4th death in a row within the span of 10 months. When someone is sick and we know they are suffering, it is easier to process the reality- but not when its a sudden demise like an accident or simply not waking up from your sleep- or how about you just leave home one fine morning to go to church or work and never come back. And to know the death from the other side of the world- again, totally devastating.  Linu Mathew Koshy- our dear Linu achachan. An epitome of a scholar and the most giving person I know of his age group. There are evangelists and priests who have come to me knowing that we are cousins. He was always such a s

That Intruder

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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

The Bethel on Earth

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"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

O TSA, the Beautiful...

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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

My Guardian Angel

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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

THE EMPLOYEE IN ME AND YOU

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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