Tuesday, September 30, 2008

61 Summers after Independance

I wanted to write an entry on the 61st Indian Independance Day, but me not being a die-hard patriot I just could'nt think about what to write, All I did was to pray for the country God put me in.

I've been reading a book called "Games Indians play by V.Raghunathan". I am alomost at the end of it, There's a little something in the book, that I thought would be appropriate to put up here because it conveys all my thoughts about the great Indian country entirely. I'd like thank Mr.V Raghunathandoesn't for contributing his intellectual and real insights through his book.

So here it is, which was supposed to be here on 15th August..Better late than never!!

If we can launch rockets but get nowhere
Fire missiles, but not our passions to excel,
Build aircraft but cannot fly our dreams;
If we can build oil rigs, cyclotrons and atomic plants,
But not our character,

Make heavy machinery and earth moving equipment,
Yet not move heaven and earth to improve our fate;
If we can grow enough grain, but not care enough to store them,
Allow half our population to go hungry, with malnutrition and ill health still our national visage;

If our population is well over a billion, and
Still doubling over thirty five years, what we innocently call our leadership
Turns family planning into a bad phrase;

If 400 million and more are still strangers to basic essentials in life
An equal number effectively illiterate and
A girl child still an object of rejection;
If our water table is beginning to get lower than oil,
Our rivulets and canals get desiccated,
Our seas, river, brooks saturated with refuse and effluents;

If open sewage in our midst froths pink, blue and green,
With such blatant chemical pollution a rule rather than exception and
Our reaction to these sights as best phlegmatic;

If half of our country still performs its morning ablutions under the open skies and
We are blissful being the world’s largest open-air lavatory, with basic hygiene and human dignity nobody’s concern;

If elephants and rhinos, leopards and tiger are fast disappearing,
Our mountains turning naked and barren with denudation,
Forests disappearing rapidly under the onslaught of deforestation;

If cows, donkeys, horses, even camels can roam the busiest of streets,
With us incapable of arriving at a collective solution to the problem and
In the name of compassion, subject the poor animals to the worst indignities;

If our national monuments are in a state of abject neglect,
Even a Taj Mahal stands upon a pile of a town’s refuse and indifference with Tourism a mere caricature of its potential;

If our public transport is perennially choking,
Our hospital lobbies resemble railway platforms and
Our cities, towns and villages a vast compost heap;

If our railway stations and drainage pipes are dwellings to zillions,
Sidewalks, if there, unavailable to pedestrian, and
Our traffic signals obeyed in infraction than compliance;

If our children are interviewed and waitlisted for nursery admission,
A class XII child with 90 percent cannot make it to the nearest college and
IITs, et al. brimming with 2, 00,000 applications and more for a handful of seats;

If we have to bribe a babu to pay our land taxes, and
We can get a ‘RTO license to kill’’ without
a driving test with
Corruption in a government department a rule not exception
If our bureaucracy is not a service but a power centre;
And a system so corrupt that
85 per cent leakage in intended fundings nationally acceptable, with
Local administrations in cities, towns and villages a mere parody;

If a weak rupee is our best ticket to exports,
Quality, scale and punctuality at best secondary concerns, and
Basic R&D still beyond the horizon;
If it takes three to mow a lawn, and we still
Erect buildings loading bricks on the heads of your women,
With Our pace of change and productivity long the slowest and lowest in the world;

If petitions are piled sky-high in every court
of the land, with
Justice nearly impossible to find in one’s lifetime (if then), and
Our dehumanized jails overflowing even as crime rates continue to soar;
IF shanghai alone surpasses Indian’s total exports three times over, and
India’s total port capacity by about the same margin, and India’s total foreign direct investment over ten times;

If, as a people, we have lost our sensitivity to the misery and mediocrity around us, and
The only value system we can pass on to the next generation is that of
Cynicism, opportunism and corruption;

If our standards of satisfaction and excellence lie lower
than the soles of our feet and
We are not filled with a sense of shame
At the gap between our rightful place in the world and the present one;

Surely it’s time to introspect collectively?

I guess this is why I prayed for my country on Independance day instead of singing praise for my nation.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Am I carrying my Cross?

A new spree of attacks on the Christians in the already blood smeared Orissa started on August 24th 2008. Tensions were always there in the place, with Swami Lakshmanananda, the religious guru, who worked for the uplifting of the people but wanted to tuck them safely inside Hinduism. He vehemently opposed Christian Mission works, quoting what he said "I will work till I chase away every Christian who wants to make this land , a Christian land." He was killed on the night of 23rd August by Maoist rebels. The only reason remaining to spark the beginning of a fresh uproar of violence.

There is also an ethnic conflict that exists beneath the iceberg.The fight for ST status for the dalit Pano Christians. If you are eager to be a more informed Christian then visit the links at the end of the post for more insight.

I really didn't know how to start writing this post. I spent a week getting angry and forwarding prayer mails, another few days narrating stories of horror and violence to everyone, another few days asking God questions, another few days goggling up stories and videos on Orissa and another few days praying. All throughout I badly wanted to sit down and put everything that came to my heart on the blog.

I am still clueless about what to write. God has all the answers but the truth is that I can't find the right questions to ask Him.Neither am I matured enough to talk about what we must do in these times of persecution.

So I decide that I am not going to write about the persecution, or about the bodies burning nor about the many who have only the forests left to call as their homes, nor about the girls being raped,nor the hundreds who are being forced to reconvert with the knife ready to sling open their throats, neither about the many who have no hope, no future for the next conceivable days of their life.

I am an ordinary happy Christian girl whose maximum crisis could be a flunked exam, or a bad day at college.I've not witnessed a real accident, or even a fire breakout. I don't know what it feels like, to lose my family,my friends, my house or my church.So I was wondering if it was practically possible for me to empathize with the persecuted in Orissa, or am I just a victim to a sudden burst of emotion?

As I started looking deeper , God showed me a scripture, “If any of you wants to be my follower,” he told them, “you must put aside your selfish ambition, shoulder your cross, and follow me." (Mark 8:34 [NLT])

What's this cross that Jesus is asking me to bear? I thought of various things, but all of them led to only thing -"death". Afcourse victory through death, triumph of Jesus, salvation of soul..but ultimately the common denominator is "death". Death of what??Jesus was telling me, "You can't follow me just as you are,only if you carry the corpse of your identity (the cross) can you follow me."

I understood, that God has placed many blessings in my life only as resources to reach out, instead I was using them to carve an identity for myself. Anything that happened outside my identity did not affect me much.That's why I found it hard to empathize with the pain and suffering of my brothers and sisters in Orissa. That's why it didn't come to me naturally.

I've been a Christian for 7 years now, but I need to find if the 'I' in me is really dead.

I've been trying to follow Jesus, for my good, focussing God on myself, instead of focussing everything I have on God. The essential factor of Christianity is giving up yourself, but my version of Christianity is for me to become fatter. With this kind of attitude I can never really 'know God', 'love God' or 'live for God'.

"If you try to keep your life for yourself, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will find true life."[Mark 8:35-NLT]

When my 'I' dies, then it's no longer what "I want", what "I feel", or what "I think", it becomes, what "God wants", what "God feels", and what "God thinks". When this happens, everything that hurts the body of Christ will hurt me, the burden of the heart of Christ will become my burden, and His longing will become my longing.

I read a quote made by a pastor "Christianity will spread not by killing for Christ,but by dying with Christ so that others might live."*

Killing my identity is going to be painful, but I need to inflict personal pain for the sake of corporate good, following the model of the cross is an inseparable part of my Christian experience.

Peter could handle Jesus being the Messiah. But he rejected the Messiah’s destiny of going to the cross. Why? Because Peter was worried that he might have to follow Jesus to the cross. That was why Jesus spoke also of the cross his disciples would have to bear (8:34). In not accepting all of Jesus’ gospel, his followers were in danger of keeping him at a distance and not listening to or understanding him**.

I wear a cross as a pendant, I feel proud when I wear it. Every time I look at it, I used to say to myself "I am the child of GOD" But now when I look at my pendant, I ask myself "Am I carrying my cross or walking without it and calling myself a child of God?"

Pray for our brothers and sisters in Orissa.

*Graduation Moments
**ILumina Concise Commentary