Eating your food is a sin - for it is selfish. But there is something to redeem you. i.e., a part of selfishness is "divine".You cant possibly exist without food.
You can't simply exist without drinking water; but you can't live for half an hour if water drinks you. Then you will have an early watery-grave.
Prayer and fasting are good and important. Prayer is spiritual food; occasional "fasting" has an additional benefit of cathartic effect; both physical and emotional.
"Feasting" and "fasting" promote your personality when they are discretionary. Too much feasting will burst out your belly.If you extend your "fating",even for any good reason an iota beyond your withstanding capacity, you are surely to collapse. In both the cases, you are liable to be punished for the sin of commiting suicide.
You may be a hero's hero jawan adorned with many awards and stars, for shooting down the maximum number of intruders on the L.O.C. But at home, calm of mind,all passions spent, you'll sit up in your bed in the stillness of the night doubting if you are a cannibal or a patriot. Then your dear wife will dolefully mourn into your ears: "Oh! my dear there is no difference between the two". Then she hastens to soothe you further. "You have been doing the sanctioned murders". You'll slip into a sleep. But when it is morning and you still mourning move to the preacher, who rubbing his sagacious nose quotes Shakespeare "murder most foul even in the best case". He resumes after reading your sulky face, "Who is to be punished is for God to judge".
Half-solaced, you limp back home, seeking shelter in prayer, regretting that you had failed to do it prior to the war. There lies no mercy in mercy killing, even when it has been condescendingly granted to a requesting patient, because the best treatment and the quickest one neednot always coincide. When there is a feud between the two, eschatologically speaking the best should win.
Abortion is a "great" act and it should be done with "great" and meticulous care. Doctors are very careful to the minute details; nurses too are on the alert. Ohterwise, it might prove detrimental to the mother.
Coming out of the theatre, they all agree; "a great success". but the embryo says "there's no greatness in it. The operation was a success, but the patient died".
The scattered thoughts as above will tell you that greatness lies not in destroying life, but saving it. Now, you may apply for an excuse on the ground that the situations reffered to spin beyond your control and capacity. But there is the other side that is feasible. In this respect, i would draw your attention to a picnic of some engineering students (girls only) from Kerala to B'lore. They spent the night there in a famous college. In the morning Fr. Principal came to see them off. He noticed long hairs lying scattered in the hall. He said "Now pick up each one your hair and deposit in the wastebin. They said apologetically:
"Sorry Father, we will sweep it clean". He looked grave, he was not pleased with it. He said seriously: "I've 5 salarised sweepers, but they are not paid for this". Then he looked at them and repeated: " I want their owners to take them", even the teachers went pale, on tenterhooks. There descended a graveyard silence. They thought "he was alright in the evening, but there is some mistake now".
"There's someone who knows it; I'm sure" he said.
The sound signified the sense. There appeared some smile on the teacher's lips. Then it spread among them all. He then gave them pastoral advice and said in the end.
"Everything is possible with Him. Be with Him and pray constantly. Everything will then be well with the world".
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
An RIT Flashback
During the past few months, i was eagerly waiting for something to happen.The wait went in vain. Nothing unusual happened..., ZIONICZ bid adieu to RIT with tears.
Myself was found 3rd time unlucky when i missed the farewell party @ Orchid Residency, Kottayam due to unhealthy conditions. This time (trust me) it wasn't a deliberate attempt like the previous two farewell parties organised @ RIT where i bunked. Infact the last bunk of my RIT career. The party details were narrated to me by the friends when i reached college for preparing myself for Microcontroller Lab exam. Thanks to Miss. Shimsy Purushu for her whole hearted support @ Lab. She taught us sincerely and even denied our treat. (Is this what you call " Service ?")
A lot of unexpected shocking scenes were seen at college canteen. I thought about it for a while whether to enter the same here. Later, I decided not to.., never wanted to trespass into one's privacy......, SORRY!!! But those scenes were really shocking and that too at a public place (canteen was even half filled). Let's leave it...,
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It was my last day @ RIT as a regular (sorry..,over these 4 years myself topped the list of irregular students !!!) student. Walking through the RIT rubber woods, a vehicle stopped nearby me and offered a lift to our Dept. It was Georgin in his van.., YES., the same van which i got into.., during my first day @ RIT before 4 years.
The whole incidents flashed across my mind in a second.
It was amidst Sept. 2006, when my first journey to our college happened along with my father. It was my father's first and last journey to RIT.After the admission procedures, we were about to leave the college. Due to the unexpected entry of rain, we waited a bit. After seeing our situation, helping hands were offered to us by Georgin and his father from their OMNI van, which we accepted with both hands.It wasn't a rainy season but was raining. We travelled in his van on our way back to home and became friends. My first friend @ RIT........... ........... ...............
Almost 4 years passed.., It was a rainy season but wasn't raining and moreover twas my last day @ college when the same van gave me the lift for the second time. First one in the first day and the second one in the last day. I wanted to tell the same to Georgin but i dint.., dont know why? May be beacuse of my soliloquy when i alighted from his van "Today, both of us are missing our male parents"
Myself was found 3rd time unlucky when i missed the farewell party @ Orchid Residency, Kottayam due to unhealthy conditions. This time (trust me) it wasn't a deliberate attempt like the previous two farewell parties organised @ RIT where i bunked. Infact the last bunk of my RIT career. The party details were narrated to me by the friends when i reached college for preparing myself for Microcontroller Lab exam. Thanks to Miss. Shimsy Purushu for her whole hearted support @ Lab. She taught us sincerely and even denied our treat. (Is this what you call " Service ?")
A lot of unexpected shocking scenes were seen at college canteen. I thought about it for a while whether to enter the same here. Later, I decided not to.., never wanted to trespass into one's privacy......, SORRY!!! But those scenes were really shocking and that too at a public place (canteen was even half filled). Let's leave it...,
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It was my last day @ RIT as a regular (sorry..,over these 4 years myself topped the list of irregular students !!!) student. Walking through the RIT rubber woods, a vehicle stopped nearby me and offered a lift to our Dept. It was Georgin in his van.., YES., the same van which i got into.., during my first day @ RIT before 4 years.
The whole incidents flashed across my mind in a second.
It was amidst Sept. 2006, when my first journey to our college happened along with my father. It was my father's first and last journey to RIT.After the admission procedures, we were about to leave the college. Due to the unexpected entry of rain, we waited a bit. After seeing our situation, helping hands were offered to us by Georgin and his father from their OMNI van, which we accepted with both hands.It wasn't a rainy season but was raining. We travelled in his van on our way back to home and became friends. My first friend @ RIT........... ........... ...............
Almost 4 years passed.., It was a rainy season but wasn't raining and moreover twas my last day @ college when the same van gave me the lift for the second time. First one in the first day and the second one in the last day. I wanted to tell the same to Georgin but i dint.., dont know why? May be beacuse of my soliloquy when i alighted from his van "Today, both of us are missing our male parents"
It was a rainy season but wasn't raining!!!
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