My Way, My Truth, My Life

I want to be 'set apart'. Different from the crowd. Searching, finding, living. Driven by the purpose I'm created for.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Worth Fighting For

People fight for what is most precious to them.

Money
Love
Pride
Honour
Freedom
Land
Food
Truth

Children are most precious to me.

Their lives, their present, their future, their thoughts, their dreams, their fears, their choices, their space, their voices, their rights are worth fighting for.

Children are worth fighting for.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Hope....

doesn't come from cleaning oneself with soap
doesn't come from being high on dope
doesn't come from being able to cope
doesn't come from planning to elope,
doesn't come from sitting in a corner to mope
doesn't come from persevering with the slope
doesn't come flailing one's arms for something to grope
doesn't come from sending money to the pope

doesn't come from what humans can see as the scope

Nope.

Hope doesn't come.
Hope must be put, to be gained.

I put my hope in my way, my truth, my life- Jesus.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

In the Throes of The Emperor's New Clothes!

In 1837, one hundred and seventy years ago, Hans Christian Anderson shared some timeless truths in this now universally famous story- The Emperor’s New Suit.

We all know how it goes.

Emperor loves new clothes. Two swindlers come to town. They convince him their fabulous clothes cannot be seen by anyone ‘unfit for his office’ or ‘unpardonably stupid’. Not just the emperor, but two of his trusted, ‘honest’ courtiers and the whole wide kingdom can plainly see that there are no clothes. But no one can admit, even to themselves, that there are no clothes and the ‘tailors’ are actually swindlers. The fear that they could actually be ‘unfit for their office’ or ‘unpardonably stupid’ is so overwhelming that it clouds their vision, even in broad daylight out on the street.

The emperor parades before his kingdom, all dressed in His Royal Underwear. As Anderson puts it “Never emperor’s clothes were more admired.”

“But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last. “Good heavens! Listen to the voice of an innocent child,” said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. “But he has nothing on at all,” cried at last the whole people.

Most people think the story ends here. But the ending of this story is very sad indeed- “That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, “Now I must bear up to the end.” And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.”

Maybe this ending shuts up many more courtiers and common people in the kingdom. Maybe they think that all the bravado of the innocent child and the whispered exclamation of the crowd are simply not enough to get the emperor to drop his pride and pick up his clothes.

There’s a time for everything, they say. And this is the time for it to be so overwhelmingly unacceptable to say “Listen to the voice of an innocent child” or to even say that “a child is innocent”.

And as the noise of the restless crowd competes with the silence of their conscience, my whole body, soul and mind screams out “The emperor has no clothes! The emperor has no clothes! The emperor has no clothes!”

And I can hear the crowd whispering to each other and I can see the look of confusion in the courtiers’ eyes and I feel oh so so sorry for the otherwise wise Emperor who really must be feeling quite cold in his underwear.

And I really don’t care what happens to the swindlers, as long as my Emperor can be dressed in righteousness and truth.

And somewhere in this frozen moment of time, I can hear the ending of the rebellious Sinead O’Connor’s song:

Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace
Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don't think so
You asked for the truth and I told you

Through their own words
They will be exposed
They've got a severe case of
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes

Saturday, July 29, 2006

I'm gonna be back soon!

I'm gonna be back soon
i can feel it in the air

the storm is getting over
the clouds are clearing away

and even if it takes longer than it should
even if it seems too tough and too unfair

i'm gonna be back soon
i can feel it in the air!

Friday, April 14, 2006

Feeling GOOD on Good Friday

Am not going to feel bad on Good Friday
I’m feeling good

Am not going to purposely make myself sad or mournful
I’m at peace with myself and the world, i'm at peace with God

Am not going to do anything for fear of what others might say if I don’t
I’m doing what I know God wants me to do

I’m feeling good this Good Friday
Good that I know that Jesus died for me less than 2000 years ago
Good that I understand how He saved me
Good that I believe He rose for me too
And I’m feeling really really good because I experience that He is alive for me, today and everyday

Have a Good Friday!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

From a long time ago..

12th July 2001

MY RESEARCH …MY BABY

My research is my unborn child. I am creating it, but God’s role in its conception, prenatal growth and birth is of supreme importance.

It was a carefully planned conception and yet I was extremely excited. I was so lost in the ‘heat of the moment’ that I failed to realize the enormity of what I am preparing to give birth to. This was in spite of the fact that I had witnessed my predecessors share their experiences of this unique event.

Slowly the reality is sinking in, along with the morning sickness, and as my child is growing I’m getting more eager to see it completed and hold it in my arms. I know its going to be a tough gestation period, I’ll have to take extra care of myself, make sure I eat and sleep well and give my 200 % to ensure that it has a normal growth at the proper rate. But all the effort is going to be worth it.

Many doctors will keep checking my child’s progress. With our (me and my baby’s) best interests at mind, they will suggest that I do or avoid doing certain things. They will ask me to change a lot of things and I might not see the sense in what they suggest when they do. But I will do anything and everything to protect my child and that’s why I welcome their guidance; after all I am no more than a ‘beginning’ mother.

Many other women are carrying their babies at the same time as I am. And I am so tempted to compare my pregnancy with theirs… “Whose baby is growing the fastest, whose is having the most problems, who will deliver first, whose baby will be the most ‘weighty’. But I know that we are very different women, with especially different doctors and extremely different babies. And all the comparisons will be in vain because each of us will love our baby in our own special way that is incomparable.

We love each other too and that’s why we are each other’s support group, sharing with each other whatever we learn about this new experience. When one of us feels especially nauseous, we’ll all be there to help her pass through that phase. When one of us feels her baby kick, we’ll all be there to share in her excitement. At some point in this roller coaster ride all of us will feel overwhelmed with nausea or thrilled to feel our baby ‘kick in’ and it will be all right because we’re all in this together.

Our families will have to be really patient with us. I know my family (the people bound by ties of love, not necessarily blood) will miss me a lot, but support me all the way because they realize how important this is to me. I know they’ll be waiting for me with open arms every time I’m ready to collapse and will trust in me enough to see me stand up on my own again. I know I’ll love them even more after our relationships have witnessed this life-altering event.

The climax of this event will be when I give birth. I’ll be physically exhausted by then, terrified of the pain I expect and dying to bear the fruit of my labour. Since all my peers will be in labour at the same time, there can be a lot of chaos expected. My sole support especially during this time will be my guide; she’ll be the one telling me when to push forth and when to pause and breathe hard. She’ll be the one holding my hand and telling me that this is extremely normal, millions have done it before me and it’ll all be over really soon. But I’ll be the one pushing, because it’s my baby! And I’ll be proud of it!

I’ll hold my beautiful black, shiny baby and gleam with joy and relief. Suddenly all the pain, the sacrifices, the tears will be so worth it. I’ll hold my head up high as I show off my baby to the world. And when I do, I’ll be grateful that I didn’t give up, didn’t take the easy way out, and didn’t do a shoddy job just to be over with it, just because somebody else did it or just because it was more convenient. Because whatever I do now, in the present, will influence the child that I will hold in my arms and I want to be able to honestly say at the end of it all, that I loved my baby with all my being and that future mothers can look at my child as an important contribution to my fellow beings.

Adele Pereira MSc. II, Human Development
Nirmala Niketan College of Home Science

Monday, February 20, 2006

Because they CAN!

Namrata knows that she is unwell. But she also knows her parents will not take her to the doctor because she is a girl. Because the money that they spend on the doctor and tests would be a ‘waste’ if she was ill and a ‘waste’ if she wasn’t. But because she wants to get better, she plucks up the courage to ask her parents to take her to the doctor anyways.
Namrata fights for her right to have good health. She fights because she can.

Yusuf is always called Younis at school. When his teachers look at him, all they can think of is his older, smarter, more articulate brother. Yusuf wishes they would just call him by his own name, just treat him like the individual he chooses to be- so he politely reminds everyone that he is Yusuf and very different from Younis.
Yusuf fights for his right to have his own name and identity. He fights because he can.

Rajesh works from 6 am to 10 pm- serving adults. He has to repay his family’s debts, so his whole childhood has been about that, not him. He longs to be free like others he sees- free to learn a new language, to play cricket, to meet his friends. So he asks his employer for the smallest freedom- to let him study at night. And when refused, he finds a job that will allow him to make ends meet for today and build a future for tomorrow.
Rajesh fights for his right to protection from exploitation. He fights because he can.

Tania puts on smile every morning as leaves her house. A strong, determined smile to cover up the pain of endless physical and emotional abuse from her ‘real’ mother No one at school or her extended family knows her pain. She can’t tell anyone because they won’t believe her and even if they tried to help, it would only get worse. After all, she is her mother. So Tania tries to lie low at home and lives life to the fullest at school, waiting for the day she turns 18, to walk away.
Tania fights for her right to protection from abuse. She fights because she can.

Rashmi stands outside the public children’s park, peering past the fencing, watching the children run around and play. Rashmi knows she won’t be let in because she looks dirty and lives in a shanty near by. So she grabs her chance when she sees a bunch of photographers enter. No one will throw her out in front of them, for sure! She runs around and flies her kite, posing for snaps and tries to get her sister to slip in too.
Rashmi fights for her right to recreation. She fights because she can.

Roshan’s parents moved him out of one ‘good’ school because they gave way too much homework for any of them to handle. Now he’s in a school that they paid a lot of money for and yet he can’t understand what the teachers teach. He gets so confused between the school teacher and the tuition teacher and if he asks any questions, both shout at him and blame it on the other teacher! Roshan asks his mother to stop the tuitions and talk to the school teacher at the parent teacher meetings. On children’s day, he writes a poem about this that goes up on the school bulletin board.
Roshan fights for his right to quality education. He fights because he can.

Karishma was chosen by her SUPW teacher to speak on radio about children’s rights. She was nervous about it but was very eager to represent what her classmates knew and did about child rights. However her parents were not so keen- they felt Karishma might say something improper on radio and embarrass herself, her family and school. But Karishma explained to them that their school club worked hard to spread awareness about child rights and this was one opportunity they just could not miss. She convinced them that she cared enough about her own and other children’s rights to think carefully before speaking and yet communicate what adults needed to know.
Karishma fights for her right to be a member of a children’s club and express her opinions, to make a difference. She fights because she can.

Everyday, children fight for what they know is right for them. They fight with all their heart, all their mind and all their strength. They fight with all their resources and all their skills. They fight because they can.

P.S: Except for Roshan, every child described above is/was a real child I know and their names have been changed to protect their right to privacy.