Santhosh's ramblings

29/102019 A lesson in rest and contentment   What is visible in front of me is a calm blue lake with mountains around. Though there are multiple series of mountain peaks ahead, I can only see one or two lines of them, rest are clouded out. The last three days have been days of waiting - waiting in anticipation for clouds to part. To part and move away so that the snow peaked series of mountains can be seen. A picture of my life. There is the present peace and calmness around me. There are enough visible mountains around in my sphere of vision and in my life, which is an assurance of the stability I have experienced over years. But my eyes are on the clouds, hoping and waiting for it to pass on. So that I can see beyond what is visible, the hope of something better, the anticipation of something greater and more majestic. All because I had once seen it - in our last visit - and it makes me desirous again. Oh that I may rest in the given calming presence of the lake and t

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The last decade has brought in major transitions and changes in our nation. How should we as a missional community respond and re position is a question that is coming up in many discussions. Given below are a few pictures that come to my mind. One – Strategic scattering The two pictures of scattering from the bible are quite relevant for us today. The first one from Genesis 12, at the Tower of Babel, the second one from Acts 6. As a community we have done reasonably well in building reputed institutions of the church, that focus on religious, health, social, educational and developmental and other engagements in our nation. Some para-church mission movements have transitioned from being grass root movements to setting up institutions that reach out and engage with communities in various ways. But we also have started observing and hearing about, many institutions losing its original focus. The foundations built by the founding fathers seem to be breaking or shaking. Inst

I had the opportunity to spent 3 ½ days with a group of enthusiastic path breakers, who are engaged in primary care and medical education with a difference ,  across our nation.  This 3 ½ days spent with “The Group” at Vellore was an invigorating , encouraging and a challenging one! After a few days of these meetings, I am still reflecting – how can I be enthusiastic, passionate and pathbreaking like “The Group”. An enlightened group, who have understood what is important for the context of our nation. Let me expand what I experienced here. The time with this group was invigorating because, there was a palpable and  perceptible passion, a passion that was   instilled in  all ! Passion for primary care, passion for teaching, passion for facilitating learning, and the desire and hope to make a difference.  Echoing what was shared by one facilitator from the Franciscan blessing  “And may God bless us with enough foolishness to believe that we can make a difference in this world, so

Dietrich Bonhoeffer(1906-1945) Discipline If you set out to seek freedom, then learn above all things to govern your soul and your senses, for fear that your passions and longings may lead you away from the path you should follow. Chaste be your mind and your body, and both in subjection, obediently, steadfastly seeking the aim set before them; only through discipline may a man learn to be free. Action Daring to do what is right, not what fancy may tell you, valiantly grasping occasions, not cravenly doubting – freedom comes only through deeds, not through thoughts taking wing. Faint not nor fear, but go out to the storm and the action, trusting in God whose commandment you faithfully follow; freedom, exultant, will welcome your spirit with joy. Suffering A change has come indeed. Your hands, so strong and active, are bound; in helplessness now you see your action is ended; you sigh in relief, your cause committing to stronger hands; so now you may rest contented.

I just returned as a marked man.   Having been marked by the mark of democracy – ink poured over left index finger. I was one of a few hundred lining up for hour and half or more from 7.00 AM in the morning at a polling booth of about 5 dingy dark rooms and a courtyard of about 400 sq ft. There was these few 100s in 6 – 8 serpiginous queues, waiting in the summer heat, patiently to get themselves marked. But this is where democracy lives. Not in corridors of power of Delhi or state capitals. In the small villages, slums and residential colonies of our nation! Having the privilege of having a say in how I feel the country should be governed. As I waited in the queue at the polling station - there was that feeling of being part of a vibrant grass root democracy – where in the midst of a very caste conscious and divided society, the well off and the poor, the educated and the uneducated, the upper caste and the lower castes, the majority community and the minority communities, al

Today was a day of sad stories. A 1 day old girl was brought in Neonatal sepsis. The family was feeding her cows milk since the mother had to do the housework. This was the second girl and the father was palpably angry with his wife for perpetrating this crime. When we said the baby needed admission, he flatly refused. There was no point wasting money on this girl he said. He would take her home to die. And he herded his family into their sedan and drove away. All pleas and threats including calling the police fell on deaf ears. And the baby was not really sick and would've surely made it.....  Then just now a 16 year old girl was brought dead to the casualty. She was 8 months pregnant. She had gone to the government hospital in the morning for breathlessness. From there she was told to go to a private clinic. She visited all the private clinics in M spending an hour or so and a good deal of money in each until she finally reached here. But she had expired on the way, just 10 minut