The Little Things In Life

“Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. She parted his hair and buttoned his shirt with care, And prepared her son for the day with a silent prayer. With a healthy lunch and the school bag at the ready, Waved him off to school with nothing to brag already. “Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. Little Joe fell down and bruised a knee that evening, Came running to his mother, weaning and whining. She carried him in her arms, and took him aside, Bandaged his wound, her heart pounding inside. “Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. Exclaimed his mother as they sat for dinner, “Eat, my baby, for you are getting leaner!” Morning came, and she woke him with a kiss, How could such tender love little Joe ever miss? “Do you love me?”, little Joe need not ask his mother, For her sw...

Off wanted to fly a bird into the open sky, But alas! The poor, little thing had her foot tied. A string pulled her back and would not let her fly, She yelped out in pain, and in misery she cried. She tugged hard at the string, venturing to break free, Budged not the string and slowly her courage waned. She battled against the stubborn string’s spiteful spree, Came crumbling down as her strength fully drained. Then one morning, she decided she’d try with all her might, Shuddered the string a little, and off it began to come loose. The little birdy spread out her wings and prepared for her flight, Saw that she could break free the moment she’d choose. Watching the gallant bird’s conquest, Lizzie learnt to forego, All her fears that tied her down, made her stumble and slack. Silent they fell as Lizzie chose to brave her wretched foe, Valiantly broke free from all things that once held her back. You can break free the moment you choose to. By t...

Life is a beautiful journey. At times, it is also a long, hard, bumpy ride with shaky, potholed, uneven roads. And sometimes, there are no roads – at all. You follow a certain path only to find out that it takes you nowhere. You hit a roadblock, or worse still, it is the end of the road for you. So either you find another way to get to your place, or you make one. Some people might prefer to change their destination, and explore new roads as they unfold. And that is fine too. Who says there’s only one way of doing a thing? And who says one has to rigidly stick to the game plan they first set out with? You can change your plan whenever you choose to, and switch to a bigger, better, more suitable path instead. It’s your life, after all. Do whatever works for you – after considering, of course, the best interests of those that depend on you. Now, if I have not already lost you with all those metaphors, here are a bunch of quick quips that you might find useful no matter what you...

We were approaching the end of the financial year, and our Accounts Team was discussing the changes we need to bring about in the new financial year.  I had a little idea that I had long since been mulling over. It had nothing to do with accounts or accounting SOPs whatsoever, but it certainly had something to do with an issue which has long since been very close to my heart - environment. In my own little ways, I try to cut down on my carbon footprints as much as possible, without disrupting the normal routines of a normal life. For example, at work and pretty much everywhere, I try to cut down on the consumption of paper. I print a document only when strictly necessary, avoid taking printed receipts and statements at ATMs, etc.  In fact, if I could have my way, I would totally do away with all kinds of printed  paper work. But since documentation is an integral part of any organizational workflow, that’s not an entirely plausible option. But, now that we...

If there’s one book that I would recommend anyone, anytime, it is  To Kill A Mocking Bird  by Harper Lee. This is no  Dan Brown  where you can’t wait to get to the end, or  Harry Potter  where you are transported to a whole new world of spells and spellbinding magic. This book is just an ordinary collection of everyday things that gradually transpires into something truly extraordinary.  Set in the late 1930s, the story revolves around a man called Atticus Finch and his two children, and is neatly woven around the country life of the fictitious Maycomb County in Alabama, US. The narrative, described by Atticus' daughter aged six, invites us to take a fresh look at the world and visualize it from a child's perspective. It also evokes a certain sense of nostalgia as one could easily reminiscence their childhood. 

A young maid in the wee hours of the morning, Approached a tomb with much grief and bemoaning. She went to visit the Lord she so loved to the core, But Mary Magdalene found not what she came looking for. She ran to Peter and John, full of fears unknown, “They have taken the Lord”, she began to groan. Off went the disciples and saw the empty tomb, Linen on the ground and head-cover rolled in gloom. Mary wept and wept, and then she glanced, Upon two angelic figures in white she chanced. Thence saw a man standing, mistook him for the gardener, Spoke the feisty woman with all strength she could garner - “If you have taken him away, tell me where it is; I will go and remove him” her heart beating amiss. “Mary!” exclaimed the Lord, and upon her it dawned, This is her beloved Rabboni of whom she is so fond. #Easter blessings to all. By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The ...

The treasured memories of our childhood ring, The cold, winter nights and the early spring, Our childish games and the sweet summer sweat, And the autumns that went by without much fret. Innocent chuckles fringed our endless banter, Infinite ease accompanied our reckless candour, Innocuous friendships forged in unsullied virtues, Intimate bonds uncoloured by spiteful hues. But life around us changed as time flew, Our puerile ways we eventually outgrew. Now deceit and pretence catch us unawares, This place is only home to he who truly prepares. #TheLittleThingsInLife #Childhood #Innocence #Poetry By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story

Anastasia was a little girl who lived in a forest. The big, black baboon was old and wise, and he was Anastasia's closest friend. Every time Anastasia had a problem, she would go to the big, black baboon, and he would just make it disappear into thin air. But one day the big, black baboon went his way, and never came back. Anastasia looked and looked, but found him not. Sad and dejected, she walked along the forest path wondering whom she would go to the next time she was in trouble. As she turned an unfamiliar bend, stumbling over the roots of an old banyan tree, Anastasia fell down.  Sulking and grumbling, she tried to get up, but slipped over the sloppy ground instead, and rolled down into a bush of thorns. Bruised and tattered all over, Anastasia started crying and called out to the big, black baboon for help. But the big, black baboon showed up not. Feeling bereft and deceived, Anastasia sat there quite rooted to the ground. She looked around,...

Sparring sparrows in the morning dew, Waking up the day ever so new. Tiny tots, they rise with the sun, Gabbling away, having endless fun. Chirpy carols in the morning bloom, Lift the veil off the dark night’s gloom. Beckoning the day with a joyous song, They warble at dusk as children play along. The morning mist aloft with their clatter, The sun sinks in their evening chatter. Muses the garden rose what they prattle, What is it through evenings they rattle? #TheLittleThingsInLife #Sparrows #Mornings #Poetry By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story    An Ode To Innocent Chuckles And Innocuous Friendship

I recently happen to read a newspaper article about some of NASA’s space explorations. As I was reading, it occurred to me that hundreds of thousands of dollars are spent by NASA and other such elaborately funded research organizations in extensive researches aimed at demystifying the realm beyond our earthly boundaries. Information of such mystical quality is highly appreciated by science enthusiasts, and is often received with unquenchable voracity and insatiable curiosity. But as I was reading on, a queer thought came to my mind, and I couldn’t help wondering what's the point of all this after all? I mean what difference does it make to our earthly existence if a certain something from the outer space streaks across the galaxy and crashes into a certain something in its neighbourhood? Or how does the number of moons around Saturn affect our subsistence on our planet? Or how does the  planet  or  not-a-planet  status of Pluto change our lives here on ear...