The red shirt Baba

There is an expression I cannot quite read
on the face of a young boy begging for food.
Day after day after day
looking at the same old dirty railway track,
in the hope that the well-feds will share some.
Baba had watched it many years back
and now he is doing the same thing.

Train after train after train
day in and day out, it’s never ending.
Crying babies in their mother’s arms,
heartbroken lovers’ last chance to reconciliate
before the train comes and tear them apart,
forever apart in the land of the living!

Suitcase upon suitcase
on the head of the coolie running towards the platform.
His red shirt makes him stand out in the crowd
and everyone knows that he is a coolie,
Who earns his living by carrying people’s luggages around.
Rupee by rupee he saves
for one day he'll send off his good daughter
clad in all that glitters
in a marriage that the gods have arranged.
O what a joy ! She’ll be a wife and he, very soon a Baba
The red shirt Baba he will be.

****

It's looming large over my heart,

bigger than the Himalayas

Like annoying little mosquitoes,

it will not leave me alone

I tried to shake it off like dust on my feet

but it does cling closer to me

For You've put this Love in my heart

there's no other way

but to give freely

what i have received for free

though i may be a tenee wenee bit, but

with faith i can make a difference

So, I am but to love and care

for those far removed from love and care!

If...

If the world was a village of 100 people, there would be 60 Asians, 12 Europeans, 15 from the Western Hemisphere (North and South America and Oceania), and 13 Africans.

50 would be female and 50 would be male.

There would be 27 white people and 73 non-whites.

33 would be Christian and 67 would be non- Christian.

6 people would possess 59% of the world's entire wealth. All 6 would be from the United States.

80 would live in substandard housing.

70 poeple would be unable to read.

50 would suffer from malnutrition.

1 would be near death and 1 would be near birth.

1 person would have a university education.

1 would own a computer.

If this were our village, surely we would try to change this.

But this is our village since it is our world.

Summer '08

I am just not inspired to do anything, neither to read nor write and i simply cannot get my spellings write! Life is moving at a slow and super sonic speed at the same time (possibly with the fear of having to say *serious* goodbye yet again!) which leads to confusion for which i have been the princess for a long long time.


It has been really nice and sunny for two weeks which does good to my mood and my skin ! (yey tanning for free, not that i am a milky white...yuck!)
It's been just so refreshing to get up in the morning with the birds singing in the garden below my window, the bluebells and the azaleas are in full bloom and the whole world is out, marching up and down the High street in their micro-mini skirts and colourful flip flops. What a feast to the senses!


The keener ones are out along the river all geared up for long walks and the little people are zooming along in their scooters hoping for a sweetie or two when mummy and daddy decide to sit down for a picnic at the end of the rather narrow footpath.


As i walk along watching others around me, i begin to wonder why some parts of the world are so beautiful... is this another 'unfairness' on the part of Life or God himself ?
But,
He asks me if I have been a good steward for the things that He gave me...then i am left speechless!

READY FOR ACTION

GUILDFORD 2008

We are blessed, to bless the world in pieces,

We are loved, to love where love is not,

We are changed, to be the change you promise,

We are freed to be your hands o god