Keeping Our Hearts in Safe Custody

Oh the most fragile organ of the humans, the delicate, easily breakable, highly sensitive, HEART!


From the day one is born till the day they die, the heart is broken, smashed, crushed, bleeding, shattered, rejected, used, misused, stabbed, betrayed, destroyed on multiple occasions, by various people.... And we are left alone to gather the pieces and join them, just to be broken again by someone else.



But, why do we not learn, why are we all still trapped in this vicious circle of heart breaking and resuscitation and heartbreak again? One thing is for sure, as long as this heart remains with us it is bound to get hurt....

So what do we do? Just as banks have safe custody to store and safe guard our most valuable items, we must also find a safe custody for our hearts....


And what better person to give our heart to than Jesus! What better place to keep it safe than in His own heart.

Try it. It works. No more heart aches guaranteed(unless ofcourse if you've had lots of oily stuff to eat!)

Belly Button

No, I am not going to talk about piercing or some other styles and fashion related to belly buttons.
Every human, born out of a woman, has one. It is a 'scar' caused due to the removal of the umbilical cord which attaches us to our mother. And even though right after our birth we are no longer physically attached to our own mother, the belly button remains as a sign to show us once upon a time we were one body one soul with our progenitor.

 And each child loves his/her mother lifelong; irrespective of the distance between the two, no matter whatever age the child reaches.... The physical ties of the umbilical cord maybe broken, but the emotional ties remain intact, and also the 'mark'(read: belly button) that we belong.


Its the same with our spiritual lives, today we may not be able to see Jesus physically present among us, we may not have an overt experience of His presence in our lives, but we do know deep in our hearts, that we belong to Him.

We too are marked, by His Holy Blood, and though our spiritual 'Belly Button' may not be visible to human eyes, there is no denying that each and everyone of us are His.

So dear friends, do not forget to love Him, and to be for His Kingdom, to grow in His presence, to preserve our Belly Button.

PS: For those of us, who are not able to find their Belly Button, ask the Holy Spirit, he'll surely help you find yours.....

The Guide

I walked down the streets of this new city, looking for a guide. I found one too, he was the best guide around everyone said. And so we embarked on our journey to explore the city.

The guide knew every nook and corner of the city. And for a while I just settled and followed his instructions. But after a while, things changed.

"Ma'am, we need to take a left, there is a beautiful lake some 5 km from here.", said he. "No, I think I'll take the right turn, it seems much more interesting than the left one!", said I. And soon after a bit of arguments and disagreements, I began guiding the guide.

It was good in the beginning, I got to see beautiful sites and vistas, but soon my directions took me to uncharted lands and filth and despair. And I began to whine and complain, accusing my guide to have led me into this dismal city.

He listened silently to all my complains, and said finally, "Ma'am, you would not have landed here, if you'd have taken my directions in the first place. I am the guide madam, its not the other way round".

Are we doing the same thing with God, giving Him a set of instructions to work on while we bid our time trying to find what we want in life, or do we get the Ultimate Guide to take the steering and lead the way.......

My Blue Jeans

I have a pair of blue jeans. Everyone does. I've had it for years now. Its old and rugged, lost its color a bit, and is almost white at knees. But I love wearing it.

We all know that jeans has this almost magical quality of getting better with age(hope we all did!). The more I wear my blue jeans the better it becomes, to the extent that I am more comfortable in it now than I was on the day I bought it.

I am attached to it. It is my comfort wear. In the coming years it might start fraying at the hemlines; but I am still going to love it. Blue jeans is definitely the one old piece of clothing which we don't feel like throwing away or donating.

There is one more thing in my life that has the qualities of a blue jeans. The more I use it, the more it seems to fit me better. The older it gets, the dearer it becomes. Its my Bible.

Okay, may be my bible doesn't have dog-eared pages, but hey, its not brand new either! When I first acquired the current one, it wasn't much fun. As the time progressed, I started loving it, the touch, the feeling of turning those ultra-thin pages and of course the messages within.


Now with the bible also it all depends on the 'blue-jeans-principle'. The Blue Jeans Principle states that:

"The comfort and fitting of the blue jeans is directly proportional to the amount of time you spend in it"

So the 'The Bible Principle' will be somewhat like this:

"The understanding,acceptance and relevance of The Word is directly proportional to the amount of time you spend with it "


So, dear friends, if you are not very comfortable with your bible, if finding the right book in it is almost an impossible task, try "The Bible Principle". It always works!


PS: If anybody knows where to find a jeans cover for my Bible, do let me know. I am looking for one.

Reporting or Repenting

I am a regular confessor.... not that I am boasting or anything. But I formed a habit of going and having a confession every month or so. And now I am regretting this habit.

Not that the 'habit' in itself is bad or I do not like it, but for the fact that it became a routine for me instead of a sacrament.

So now, Rujuta goes to the confessional, kneels  down and says, "Father, forgive me for I have sinned...." and goes on a list of the sins.... It is as if I am going for a duty call and reporting the on-goings. This a mere recitation of I did this, I did that, I did not do this, I did not do that, blah blah blah..... and once my well prepared speech is over I ask for absolution.

Confession, is not a report giving ceremony of the wrongs that we have done, instead it is a sharing; a loving come back into the sheep fold of our Father, it is the sweet 'I am sorry' that we say to our loved ones when we know that we've hurt them.... It is the acknowledgment of the acts that we did, that took us away from our Lord, and most of all it is a LOVE OFFERING to our Lord....

Dear readers, I believe that there is nothing more dear to God the Father than hearing this child say, "Sorry Daddy, I was lost, but now I am back!"

It is not the magnitude of your sin, but the depth of your repentance that counts. He forgives.

The Christmas Story

Three days to go....

Everywhere I turn, I see the nativity scene displayed. The great Christmas story retold. And I wonder...

Which Christmas character am I?

Mary: Righteous and meek, she gave her all for God. Submitted to His seemingly impossible plan, risked her life for the love of God.Am I like her? Do I care about the worldly laws or about God's great plan?

Joseph: The man who supported something that he, I am sure, was not able to comprehend fully. Helped the hand-maiden of God, was equally vital in the birth of Our Saviour. Is it me? Do I, like Joseph, help others carry out the Divine plans?

Innkeepers:'No place. No place'. They did not have place to help poor, needy people. They had to run a business, and businesses are not run on sympathy, isn't it? Do I fill my life with such a lot of worldliness that when Joseph and Mary along with the unborn Redeemer come knocking on my heart, I shout 'No place. No place'.

The Magi: The wise men of East. They traveled thousands of miles, carrying gifts with them, never losing the track, ever focusing on the star. Bringing gifts to lay before the King. Do I seek the Lord, ceaselessly, caring gifts of my talents to lay down at His feet?

The Angels:  Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. The angels, we all know, praise God all the time. And on this particular occasion, they praise and sing and tell all who would hear about the Glory of God, and about peace and good will toward all men. They spread the word to the shepherds, so that they would see the Blessed Babe. Is this me? Spreading the Good News? Giving never ending praises?

The Shepherds: Out of the town, in the cold night, tending flocks, these simple folk were one of the few to leave everything they were doing to go and meet the Promised One. Can I leave aside by daily tasks, to witness the beautiful, marvelous events that God directs...

There are many more, but I do not want to make this post extremely long and boring.....


So what role are you playing this Christmas????

Last Few Days of the Year

So, it is. The year 2010 coming to an end. And I am busy running about, completing pending tasks, shopping for the Christmas season, decorating, cleaning, eating, singing, dancing. And I am trying to fit in a lot of activities in these last few days of the year.

It is almost like a ritual every year, come the last two weeks of December and we all are deeply engrossed in our end-of-the-year work list, meeting friends and relatives, setting up parties and meetings. A mad rush to get the best out of the days.

But this year, I want to sit and reflect, I want to see what I did all year long, what did I find, what did I lose, how did I utilize this special and precious year of 2010? To analyze and learn from my mistakes, to strengthen my good points (yes I do have good points!) , to fix the hearts that I broke, to thank the people who helped me when I was down.

I want to switch off the hectic schedule for a while, and thank all my friends of old, who stuck by my side even though I was not exactly a great friend. I want to thank the new friends I made, who accepted me with open arms, the way I am, overlooked my downside and  helped me feel better about myself.

The elders I cannot forget, for their constant support and guidance, my mum who made sure I remained rooted in reality, my sister who keeps tolerating my extravagant behavior, my brother who still treats me like a baby! All these people have been with me, helping me cope throughout this year.

 I cannot forget certain people too, who have been by my side or sometimes against me, but each time teaching me something new, helping me grow in wisdom and understanding. I say a prayer for those who do not explicitly come in the category of friends or family, but have still played a vital role in shaping my life.

And I say sorry too, for all my stupidity, for every time my tongue caused a wound, for all the things I did which I should not have done and for all the things I ignored.

As the year dies slowly, so do I wish that my faults die with it, and as the new year arrives, may I be a fresh and new person with the conviction of constant improvement.

Love you all who helped me!

May God Bless All.

PS: Hey friends, the comment section is open for all who would like to thank me ;-), sorry's are accepted too :-D