Freaks House

One of the most difficult times in a person’s life, is when all he can see around him is a storm. The signs of hope are completely missing, and as that sinking feeling grows, we tend to throw our lives away to anything that will give us the first sign of hope. And through the ages men have trusted, God-men, mystical powers, even elected governments, with the hope that someday things might turn around. But as time goes by, we all come to realize putting our trust on men is one of the most futile things anyone can do. Politicians, god men, all of them come with empty promises. Come to think of it, how can any of them fulfill anything after all, their life is as futile as ours, as short-spanned as ours, their vision as blurred as ours, their selfishness, as defined as ours. Humans, are programmed to think of themselves first and then about the others. The few humans who don’t follow this principle are termed saints in todays’ generation. Also surprisingly we have come to q...

Another year passes us by, another 52 weeks, another 365 days. And like many years in the past, we will all sit back and introspect ourselves. We will do a little retrospect on the year, analyze what went right and what went wrong, at the end we come out with something we proudly call "The New Year Resolutions". But if you take a look at these resolutions, you will realize how self-centered and self-obsessed we have become. Come to think of it, our self-obsession forced Oxford to introduce a new word in its dictionary - "Selfie". As a generation, our obsession with our lives is disturbing.  We are educated but ill-informed, we know our 'facebook' but we are barely able to grasp the world around us. Come to think of it, not very long ago the creator of Facebook, Mark Zuckerberg said  "A squirrel dying in front of your house may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa" A squirrel dying in front of y...

A generation of misfits that’s what we are, trying hard to fit-in, match-up, if it all fails we just fake-it up. From fake noses to fake chests, we have it all. We will do anything just to look right, anything to make ourselves feel right and anything to sound right.  Sometimes in our quest of trying to be this Mr. Superman we lose ourselves, lose our identity and the in the process lose the purpose for which we were created. We try to shape, modify and recreate ourselves so much that in time, we end up becoming an imitation, and miss out on the originality that God had engrained in us. But then again, being is misfit is alright, trying to fit-in is not.  Who better to understand this, than from our Lord Jesus! Imagine being the Prince of the universe, being the King of kings; Imagine walking in roads of gold, living in rooms of diamond; Imagine living in a land where there’s no disease, no trouble, no pain, no sorrow, just plain simple love and peace. A...

Every now and then teenagers are heard complaining about their parents “These guys, will never give me the freedom, I deserve.” In an age where the definition of freedom is rapidly changing, I decided to set out on a mission to understand the word. This post is an output of that mission. In this, I decided to do an analysis of a few of the so called ‘freeing experiences’ available in the world. Before I start, I think it would be better for all of us to agree on the purpose of freedom. The purpose of freedom, is to bring joy to our life, it is to comfort us, and to give us peace. The purpose of freedom is to make sure that our lives add colour to the world around us. Precisely the purpose of freedom is to keep us at peace with ourselves and our surroundings. Now if we agree on this, let me get back to the so called ‘freeing experiences’ I mentioned before. Most of these experiences, never deal with God or spirituality, but more than often they deal with rebelling against God an...

“Sorry, his condition is not getting any better”; “We have done all that we could”; “Only God can save her”, statements that none of us want to hear, but many of us face at least once in our life. And the people in these discussions are our generally the one’s we care most about. Death, failure, divorce, accidents, terminal diseases, pink slips, when times of such pain hit one’s life, what does one do? For all of us it is easy to believe in God when we see a calm ocean, than when we see a tsunami. For all of us, God is easily seen in a new born than in a dead body. Again for all of us, God is easily found in times of peace, than in times of war. It is easier for us to thank God for our victories, than for our defeats. We love Him when we get what we want, but we are at a loss for words when He takes away something He gave. Wonder why? Humans haven’t changed much. Even with all the new technologies, even though we have come a long way from wearing sheep skin, still something’s ha...

“There you are older by another year now” said the brain of a youngster to his heart, “And you still don’t know where you’re headed”. His heart replied “I agree, no point in growing up, when you lack direction, no point in breathing if it lacks purpose” He let his brain and heart continue their complaining, you see in a few days he’ll be celebrating his birthday, and just like every new year he has witnessed in his life, even this one seems to lack direction, and purpose. His thoughts stopped there and then like always they questioned themselves “Seriously! What is this life for?” As youngsters many of us want to live for the moment, we hardly want to work, but surely want to party harder. We want to shop on an impulse, make friends in a click, and lead a life where the world revolves around us. In retrospection, I seem to have done the same. A major portion of my life was lived on my terms. Every time I lived for myself I came back home emptier than before. What good is it to ha...

“Murder at high noon” screamed the Mirror this week as it announced the death of the Additional Collector of Nasik district, Yashwant Sonawane. As I sat in the comfort of my cubicle, surrounded by the beauty of manmade architecture, the dream world of a growing India burned around me. Will India ever get there? Will corruption ever leave us? Will the system ever change? Will honesty ever be respected? Will love ever rule over selfish desire? As these thoughts bogged me down, a sudden realization gripped me, living the life of a Christian means to be a rebel! Everything that Christ taught was against the system, against the principles of the world. Christ is a rebel! So this makes every follower of Christ a rebel! We have come to live in a world, where everything from educational degrees to sex is available for a price. We have come to live in a world where selfish gain is counted before the betterment of the nation. We have come to live in a world where saving trees is more im...

If you are finding it hard to understand the reason for this blog, then probably you are new to my world. A world filled with these wonderful people, with wonderful Christian names, but their lives are anything but Christian. A world where Christianity is screamed out from microphones, than from lives. A world that does not know where it is headed. 33% of the people on planet earth claim to be Christians. If all these people were actually Christ’s followers then we would not need songs like ‘Heal the world’. The so called ‘Leader of the nations’, America, which once praised ‘God’ in everything, from their national anthem to their currency, has not only unanimously decided to take ‘Christ’ out of ‘Christmas’, but also it has lost sight of the ‘God’ it use to believe in and worship. If you think that there is nothing much we can do about America. Then let’s come back to the Indian Christian. Try reading the news paper for a week and make a note of the articles were Christian name...