Juggling thoughts

  Christmas comes every year, but the true message of Love, Peace, Charity and Kindness gets lost and hidden in the glamour of seasonal materialisms. It’s no wonder we have very little time to think what meaning and changes it have brought about in our life. I love it when people take time to buy gifts in which they have put some thought behind because such gifts remind me of the greatest gift of God. We have immense expectations of Christmas, with pictures of children playing, church choirs singing, smiling faces and people happily getting along with the season of joy.  But of times, it is not that of the outlook; of what it is suppose to be, as the song says, “the wonderful time of the year”.  Maybe not for all but for many, it may be a very difficult phase because something might have inflicted the Joy: maybe sickness, or death, or loneliness, or spiritual struggles. We look to Christmas season to be a perfect time of peace, harmony and joy. But the first Christmas nev...

We live in a society where there is a high expectation on people that we look up to, thinking and taking them to be someone who should be faultless: just perfect. The pressure is more for those actively involved in church ministries, social works and public leaders and therefore,  many a times we put on mask, a façade of perfection: a perfect relation, a perfect leader and one  having it all packed together a life of no flaws. Yet underneath it all, we might be walking around all broken in soul and spirit, burdened with our failures and struggles and ashamed to show it to the world. I believe it is fine to not be perfect; it is only when we admit our brokenness, our faults and our frailties, that we not only heal, but give courage to others to heal as well. The pebbles we might have in our shoe right now—may be strained relationships, financial hardship, sickness, exhaustion, anxiety, death of a loved one. Pebbles hurt especially when we have to wear it for a ve...

 As I sit to write about my mother. It take me to the valley of memories echoing with reminders of life’s values she taught me. Of the many role she played in my life, I am deeply inspired by her role as a Teacher: professionally as well as being a mother-teacher at home. Ayo,  your words still resonate in me even today. I grew up seeing you transforming life of your students, and the sense of satisfaction and achievement that lit up your face when your students still calls you up to say ‘hi’ wherever they meet you. I hear them say ‘you were their best teacher’, I feel as much gratified as they are to be the daughter of the world’s best teacher. You always have had a subtle way of teaching me from my bad handwriting to how to deal with my mean friends. You have always being the mom who would be friends with my school teachers: coming out of the P-T meet with more information about their life as a teacher than my academic grades. You made me appreciate what it means to be an ed...