Freaks House

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...

How messed up can my nation get? How lost in despair? From a land that taught the world “Peace”, to a land where sorrows are shared. From a land that gave the world it’s “Religions”, to a land where women are scared. We respected them, we looked up to them as goddesses, I don’t understand why today we look at them as something less? A brother could sleep in peace, Knowing through the night his sister won’t be harmed. Today he lives on a prayer, Cause you can’t predict the coming of the storm. We are nation young and resilient. But without God this shall be our predicament! We can have a million resolutions, But what we need today is a God Revolution. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, Probably that is what holds the key to our freedom. This New Year I make a wish, Let my nation awaken to the place where true freedom exists, Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, Where women are respected and the men stand by their side. Till...

A Different Christmas -1 Materialism and Capitalism are two concepts that rule the world today. Slowly but surely our festivals have become more about ourselves and less about the Lord. We are so lost in giving and receiving gifts that we end up forgetting ‘The Giver of Life’. We are so busy sharing our little stories that we miss sharing ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told’. It worries me that many of us this Christmas are forgetting the most important lessons that the Lord wanted us to learn through the Christmas story: Submission, Faith and Humility. Submission: She had dreams, hopes and aspirations just like any other bride preparing for her wedding. Life had been good to her, she was content with what she had, and though chaos surrounded her, she was at peace because she had faith in God. She believed in Jehovah and she knew that He had not abandoned them. Living under foreign rulers was not exactly pleasant but she knew that the Messiah woul...

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...

Finally the day had arrived. Finally the hour had come. “Finally, my last day on earth” he told himself. The wait had been excruciating, but now it was here. The day of his execution had finally arrived. “Ah! The smell of fresh air, these guys need to provide better prisons. But who cares, my life here is done. This is it. This is where and this is how things are going to end. I have no regrets, I have done nothing wrong. He deserved it, he deserve to die. How could he ever have thought he could get away with it, that guy I killed he deserved it. So what if they call me a murderer? So what if his wife is a widow now? So what if I have had sleepless night because of the guilt? I did right, or at least I hope I did.” His thoughts went on; it was the day when Pilate would release one that the people would ask for. But he knew he was not one among them, he was a criminal and the cross was already decided for him. And he had accepted it. Really he didn’t have a choice; the concept of for...

Everyday was the same. The same long walk. The same walk that yielded nothing. It was a walk that made her think. It was a walk that made her curse her life. ‘I should have just stayed with the first guy. Why did I ever leave him?’ she thought ‘What a mess? Went searching for pleasure and look at me, what have I made of myself? I used to be so beautiful when I was young. I thought I could rule the world with my looks. Always thought my body would be enough for me to survive on this earth. But now it’s all gone. I thought I would never have to thirst, I thought life was going to be easy. But now I thirst and hunger, nothing satisfies me. What have I made of myself?’ After five husbands, more aptly put after living through five broken marriages, not many of us would have the will to survive, but this woman was still surviving. If it was not bad enough to have been in five broken marriages, now she was in a ‘live-in’ relationship, could things be worse? She continued to walk. ‘Ah! ...