There was so much going on in the past few months, that’s my explanation, not an excuse for why I couldn’t write something! Am I kidding myself and making a play on words to justify my apathy towards my blog?
Honestly, I’m not sure whether my passion was on the ebb or moving to a new place, and all the adjustments were taking their toll. But this feeling kept sneaking up on me that I was using it as an excuse to not write, that I was not disciplined. That made me feel pretty low. It’s not that I was not on the internet at all. I was updating my pages on Facebook  and also but I wasn’t consistent with my blog  and my other cookery blog. It all boiled down to the choices I was making on a daily basis…and if truth be told,  lost out. #truth 
But here I am with something interesting.
While hunting for quotes about choices, I picked a few, which resonated with me. Later, when I read them all together they seemed to be contradicting or supporting one or the other. So I reorganized them and got some paragraphs on CHOICES which ran like an article! Here it is:
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.’ ‘When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.’ ‘Choices may be unbelievably hard but they’re never impossible. To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility and that’s not how a person with integrity acts.’ ‘You can’t cross the sea by merely standing and staring at the water.’
What happens if your choice is misguided? You must correct it. But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.’ ‘The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.'”


Never compromise your values. Do what you think is right. Don’t let people make the decision of right or wrong for you.’ ‘I believe the choice to be excellent begins with aligning your thoughts and words with the intention to require more from yourself.’ ‘You have to choose the best, every day, without compromise…guided by your own virtue and highest ambition.’


If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice.’ ‘It’s choice, not chance, that determines destiny.’ ‘A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed-seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind.’


Happiness, like unhappiness, is a proactive choice.’ ‘I guess, in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted.’ ‘What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.'”

{Quotes in respective order: Libba Bray, Anthony Burgess, Patrick Ness, Rabindranath Tagore, Libba Bray, Elizabeth Gilbert, Steve Maraboli, Oprah Winfrey, Philippa Gregory, Neil Peart, Jean Nidetch, James Allen, Stephen R Covey, Mira Grant.}
Gosh, I need to make the ‘choice’ of being more disciplined! Help!

He Is Risen!

“A man who was completely innocent offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act.” -Mahatma Gandhi


“Here is the amazing thing about Easter; the Resurrection Sunday for Christians is this: that Christ in the dying moments on the cross gives us the greatest illustration of forgiveness possible.” – T.D. Jakes

To those who believe and revere the day: Have a blessed and joyous Resurrection/Easter Day!



Thank God It’s Friday – and it’s ‘GOOD’!


When I was a little girl, I never knew whether to be sad or happy on this day. The visuals and the story of the crucifixion did nothing to convince me it was a day to “rejoice” or be happy about. I was too young to comprehend ‘God’s love’ in connection with ‘sacrificing’ His son for a whole bunch of ‘sinners’ who would happily save a Barrabas and let an innocent, no less God’s son, hang on the cross.

So I would try to tone down my play and general joviality in keeping with the solemnity of a death (and worse, a death that I too was somehow responsible for.) I just didn’t get it…any of it!

Then there was the three-hour long church service I’d go through playing with things my mother would make with her handkerchief to keep me engaged. I loved the kerchief mouse a lot! I made it hop and pounce all over and crawl under benches to retrieve it! And the little kerchief purse came next. And when I’d be exhausted and bored with this she’d have some snacks and orange juice ready for me, and I’d munch my way through thirty more minutes!

The next thing would be to curl up on the bench with my head in her lap and drop off to sleep. That was the spiritual part of my day.  And that’s how it remained until I turned eight. From ten to fifteen, church-going became a sporadic exercise because we moved to the country and our church was about twenty-two miles away.

It was only after I began going to church regularly, at sixteen, having returned to the city once again, that I began to understand a lot of what had gone over my head earlier.

Now, many of my non-Christians friends or acquaintances ask me why we call it “Good Friday” when our Lord was so cruelly crucified. They listen to the explanation and nod their heads as if they understand, but I can see the confusion in their eyes.

They just don’t get it.

For me – It’s enormous!

This love and sacrifice… and often I wonder – “How?” I don’t see myself or the human race worthy of such a huge sacrifice. God’s own son sent to die on a cross for my sins! I’m just zapped by the ginormous love God has for us, rather unworthy humans! Every year, come Good Friday, it comes into greater focus – this love divine, this love sublime.

Thank God we have a Good Friday!





A Bit of Christmas Every Day

Yes, another ‘Christmas’ post! Why? You might ask. The day has come and gone.

Not for me. The so-called “Holiday Season” carries on for me through to New year, as calendar days go. I love this time of the year and loathe letting it go. So…

I wish I could bottle the spirit of Christmas in jars. Yes, and open each jar every month for a dose of ‘spirit’!

Actually, I do. I do store a bit of Christmas in my heart. Little pockets of the cheer, the joy, the hope and the love; the promise. Life for me is a celebration of all these things that culminate every year, in Christmas…a date; a day on the calendar, when everyone who believes joins in a common celebration and in gratitude for God’s love towards mankind.


Unless you have carried Christmas in your heart, throughout the year, you’re not going to find it under a tree! Sure, there’ll be gifts, the kind you can buy off, of shelves in a store.

The gifts of true value, however, cannot be bought but they can be received because they were paid for a long time ago. All you have to do is open your heart to get them. And the best part is…they’re available throughout the year!

You don’t have to stand in long queues, wait for sales, scout for them in a hundred shops…you just have to ask and receive.


The babe whose birth we welcome and worship, on Christmas, came to give us those gifts of love and salvation. He paid a high price. Now… It’s yours for the asking.

Just believe.