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Monday, December 22, 2014

RED ROSES: SHORT STORY BY GEORGE KURIAN












RED ROSES:::

It was dawn. Sun's golden rays came through the window and competed with the cool breeze to embrace me. I was going to sleep more but I did not feel wasting the beautiful morning by lazily lying in the bed with day dreaming. After a few moments, I got out of my bed and put my sandals and walked into the garden, adjacent to my house. My long white gown had covered half of my legs and was a perfect match for my black pants, I thought.
The newly blossomed rose and jasmine flowers added beauty to the garden along with many white and yellow tulips. Dews were falling down from the leaves and squirrels were jumping from branches to branches.
The sweet smell of rose and jasmine flowers had spread and covered the entire garden.The red roses were very attractive and I tenderly touched some of them. All of a sudden,I felt an urge to pluck some of them. I did not hesitate, sure enough,I plucked some of them.
Alas! I felt a pain on my fingers and I realized that the thorns of the Rose plants had pierced through my fingers. The blood spread on my gown and suddenly I felt angry. With great annoyance, I threw the flowers on the ground and when I walked, unintentionally my sandals crushed those flowers. I felt a little agitated but I could not do anything at that point and so I continued to walk.
Momentarily I heard a cry and a sob. When I looked back, I knew the Rose plants were crying and sobbing.I was puzzled but did not want to ask them anything. Next day morning was also very beautiful and I visited the garden again. That morning, the garden was decorated with more flowers and more serenity had filled the air. The beauty of the garden and the sweet smell of the flowers made me very happy. I saw a few girls walking ahead of me happily talking.

Their long black hair was adored with red rose flowers. Oh! what a great beauty has been added with those flowers, I thought. I had forgotten the previous day's incident and without any hesitation, my hands stretched to pluck some flowers. All of a sudden I saw some changes in the rose plants. They stopped dancing anymore and started to cry.

I could not realize what was happening. I turned towards them and asked,"what is happening.Why are you crying ?"
They answered: "you are again trying to pluck our flowers, right ?"
 I answered, "Yes. Why, is it a mistake what I am doing ?"
"Surely. You are doing a wrong thing" 
 I asked them in a soft voice. "If I am doing something wrong, what did those girls walking ahead of me do? They plucked many of your flowers and they are on their hair. What about that.?"
The answer surprised me" Yes,they have done a fine job. Wearing the flowers on their hair makes them look more beautiful and so many people could enjoy the beauty of those flowers. surely, people appreciate . What you did was plucking the flowers and throwing them on the road and crushing them with your sandals without any concern of their beauty! The people came after you also crushed them without any mercy !!If you had not plucked them,people would have appreciated their beauty and enjoyed the sweet smell,even if our flowers had a very short life."
 My hands withdrew automatically. At that moment I found a great truth of life. Even if a life is for a short period only, it should be useful and beneficial to others and not to be crushed mercilessly and uselessly.
THE END
Written by George Kurian-copy rights with the author.
(Thanks to our Chief Editor, George Kurian for this beautiful and very meaningful short story). New World


Labels: George Kurian-Short Story-Red Roses 3/30/12 by Cynthia Abegail

CHRISTMAS IN ITS ESSENCE: CYNTHIA ABEGAIL'S COLUMN: SHORT STORY

SHORT STORYCHRISTMAS IN ITS ESSENCE
( In many people's lives Christmas brings wonders and this is a beautiful story how a family come together and celebrates while unexpectedly receives some valuable presents from a generous Doctor.Very well written)New World
It was about a week before Christmas; Jeremiah was gazing
by the window before 6 pm. Hustle and bustle and almost
everybody in the street are carrying shopping bags full
of presents and decors with glitter. He sighed, "What a
Christmas, our season is just always a night of small fried fish,
tomatoes and anchovies. How I wish we will have a more
abundant midnight supper. "
He was teary eyed as he looked around the wooden house.
The plastered wall has cracks, the galvanised zinc roofs
has holes and the floors are almost collapsing. He quickly
rushed to his mother's bed as he heard her rapid breathing.
He said, "Mother, you have to drink your medicine right
now." Her mother, Natalia has very weak lungs and needs
regular antibiotics. It is good that their friend Dr. Reyes
donates these medicines regularly.
It was already Thursday near sunset when Jeremiah
decided to pull out the three year old green Christmas tree
carefully laid in a box. He was amused by the native trinkets
and the star, "Remember this one that was given by Leonie,
my classmate in grade four. She is just an artistic girl; I wish
she is here to help me beautify my cherished tree"
--- he spoke from his heart!
Then, his father Tonio arrived from the factory where he
worked as a casual laborer. He brought dried fish, three eggplants
and a plastic of cooking oil. He was slightly aghast because it
is already about 8:00 pm and the traditional Noche Buena
at midnight is about 4 hours to go. He whispered, "Father,
did you realise that we have to put something better on
the table tonight?" Tonio replied, "Well, I paid the electrical
bill so that at least we will have light tonight. Here is $50.00.
Buy one corned beef at Senya's store so that we will have meat
at least.
Jeremiah rushed to the store. It is good Senya's store is still open.
He bought corned beef and a kilo of rice. Senya looked at him with
compassion. Senya said, "Get these noodles and some fried chicken."
Jeremiah beamed, "Thanks so much." Ronnie, Senya's husband gave
him a 2 litre bottle of softdrinks and eggs for their breakfast the
following morning. He was very happy.
He quickly boiled rice and fried the fish, then cut the tomatoes.
Later, his two brothers arrived from a Christmas party of their
neighbor. David asked him, "What do we have for Noche Buena?"
Jeremiah replied, "Guess what, Senya gave us a tub of fried chicken
and fried noodles." David gushed, "Hmm, those are my favorites. It is
better this year!"
At about 11:30 pm, they set the table with a white table cloth that
he had washed and pressed last night. Jeremiah has artistic sense.
He put three long candles on the table, the one that the secretary of
a nearby church has donated to them a month ago.
Everybody were excited. Jeremiah carried her sickly mother to the
table when all the food were set with the old plates and almost faded
forks and spoons. Tonio, his father announced, "We are so blessed
by the Lord that all of us are complete as a family on this table. We
are remembering tonight the birth of our beloved Saviour. Jeremiah
is about to say grace when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
David opened the door and here he is, Dr. Reyes with a sack of
presents and turkey and ham!
His other brother Mark jumped with joy. Oh! I hope I get a toy
train. Dr. Reyes shouted with glee, "Not for sure!"
At last, Jeremiah said a solemn grace before meals. All of them were
laughing at Dr. Reyes' jokes. He is witty but dignified.
Tonio announced the dishwashing person for the day. He said,
"It is Jeremiah." Jeremiah clipped, "No, it's you Father!"
What a lovely family with the generous doctor! Now it is time to
open the presents. Natalia received a lacy and cotton bedsheet.
Tonio smiled when he received a mustard jacket. Jeremiah
and David got Levis pants and T-shirts.
Dr. Reyes also brought one cavan of rice and several boxes of
tinned food and dried goods. Everybody hugged the doctor that
he almost can't breathe! He jerked joyfully, "Wait, wait..."
Jeremiah looked at the sky, "As I have known and believed....
GOD ALWAYS PROVIDES! He send His messengers of love
and peace... (Republished)
All Rights Reserved By Cynthia Abegail Bernardo

"HE CAME FOR YOU" PICTURE BY GLADYS PAUL FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY




A SAVIOUR IS BORN!  THANKS TO

G. PAUL AND SR ELSIE BABY FOR

THIS MEANINGFUL PICTURE!

pic credit:  FB

FACTS OF LIFE, YOUR WORDS, YOUR DREAMS FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G

FACTS OF LIFE, YOUR WORDS AND YOUR DREAMS
(Mr.Abraham,G is giving some facts of life which will enlighten our life. This article is really a thought provoking and surely a must read article)New World
Something Your words, your dreams, and your thoughts have power to create conditions in your life.
What you speak about, you can bring about!If you keep saying you can't stand your body, your body can get sick.
If you keep saying you can't stand your car, your car could be stolen or just stop operating.
If you keep saying you're broke, guess what?
You will always be broke.
If you keep saying you can't trust a man or trust a woman, you will always find someone in your life to hurt and betray you.
If you keep saying you can't find a job, you will remain unemployed.
If you keep saying you can't find someone to love you or believing in you, your very thought will attract more experiences to confirm your beliefs.
If you keep thinking about a divorce or break up in a relationship,then you might end up with it.
Turn your thoughts and conversations around to be more positive and power packed with faith, hope, love and action. Don't be afraid to believe that you can have what you want and deserve.
Watch your THOUGHTS, they become WORDS.
Watch your WORDS, they become ACTIONS.
Watch your ACTIONS, they become HABITS.
Watch your HABITS, they becomeCHARACTER.
Watch your CHARACTER, for it become your DESTINY.
The minute you settle for less than you deserve,you will get even less than you settle for.In the search for ME, I discovered TRUTH.
In the search for TRUTH, I discovered LOVE.In the search for LOVE, I discovered GOD.
And in GOD, I have found EVERYTHING.
Watch how your circumstances and situations begin to change when you change the way you speak.
ABRAHAM,G

NEED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE: REFLECTION BY ABRAHAM G


NEED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE: ABRAHAM G



Everything we need to know about life, from Noah's Ark

One : Don't miss the boat.
Two : Remember that we are all in the same boat.
Three : Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
Four : Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
Five : Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
Six : Build your future on high ground.
Seven : For safety sake, travel in pairs.
Eight : Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
Nine : When you're stressed, float a while.
Ten : Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
Eleven: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.

NOW, wasn't that nice?
Pass it along and make someone else smile, too.


Abraham G
(Thanks Abraham G for this enlightening and excellent reflection about life).  New World

ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM NEW WORLD


WISHING YOU ALL JOY, LOVE AND

PEACE THIS SEASON!

THREE WISE WOMEN: REFLECTION BY GLADYS PAUL FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY

POEM#STREAMS OF JOY BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

STREAMS OF JOY

Joy is not elusive; it is man who is,
Riches comes not on earth's bliss
A gift from above, we true vessels
A gift to share to all whom we love!

Hear a baby born cried of joy anew,
The joy of a mother beyond of view
A father's delight, a child to nourish
Pamper the world; values we missed.

As the child grew not without pains,
Gaze at the sunset colours of hues
Asked, "What a beautiful painting!"
Joy filled her heart as eyes twinkle.

A young maiden with ebony hair---
Wished for the stars in life so bare,
Not without love, dreams of care
Thought the world so kind to dare!

Streams of joy in the garden of days,
Streams of tears at time not of laces
Streams of joy; moments of console
Streams of joy; finding God with you...

All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
AIR CONDITION IN THE CAR: FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM,G
(The following is a very informative article for public service.You can also kindly contact your AutoMechanic for more details and clearence of any doubt.)New World


Please note and circulate...
Do not turn on A/C immediately as soon as you enter the car! Please open the windows after you enter your car and do not turn ON the air-conditioning immediately. According to a research done, the car dashboard, sofa, air freshener emits Benzene, a Cancer causing toxin (carcinogen- take note of the heated plastic smell in your car). In addition to causing cancer, it poisons your bones, causes anemia, and reduces white blood cells. Prolonged exposure will cause Leukemia, increasing the risk of cancer may also cause miscarriage. Acceptable Benzene level indoors is 50 mg per sq. ft. A car parked indoors with the windows closed will contain 400-800 mg of Benzene. If parked outdoors under the sun at a temperature above 60 degrees F, the Benzene level goes up to 2000-4000 mg, 40 times the acceptable level... & the people inside the car will inevitably inhale an excess amount of the toxins. It is recommended that you open the windows and door to give time for the interior to air out before you enter. Benzene is a toxin that affects your kidney and liver, and is very difficult for your body to expel this toxic stuff.
"When someone shares something of value with you and you benefit from it,
You have a moral obligation to share it with others"

CALDERETA CHICKEN BY CHARMINE ILAGO





CALDERETA CHICKEN
1 kg of chicken pieces (assorted)
1 can of tomato sauce
1/4 kilo of chicken liver
1 piece of tomato
1 piece of onion
3 cloves of garlic
a dash of pepper
1 tablespoon of olive oil
1 tablespoon of soy sauce
bell pepper (2) cut in pieces
1 large potato, peeled and cut in quarters
salt to taste

1.  Put the chicken pieces in a medium sized casserole-pan.
Simmer for about 10 minutes to extract flavour and juice from chicken.
2.  In another frying pan, pour 1 tbs of olive oil.  Sautee cut
tomato, garlic and onion.  Then pour contents to the simmered chicken
with liquid juice.  Add 1/2 cup of water, then add the chicken liver.
Simmer for about 5 minutes till the liver is well-cooked.
3.  Add tomato sauce, one tablespoon of soy sauce and pepper.  Simmer
for 3 minutes.
4.  Add 4 quarters of potato, then simmer till soft.  then quickly add
the bell pepper and put off the flame.  The heat will be enough to
cook the bell pepper to avoid overcooking.
5.  Sprinkle salt to taste.
Bon Appetit!



Sunday, December 21, 2014

PREPARING FOR THE CHRISTMAS SEASON: PICTURE BY HM BLOG


THERE'S A REASON TO BE JOLLY!

ST JUDE DEVOTION BY THE CLARETIAN FATHERS FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

Celebrate Advent with St. Jude


Thanks to Fr Brummell for this wonderful site!


Thank you for joining us in prayer this Advent season. We look forward to praying with and for you during these holy days. St. Jude is there for us in our Advent preparation for the birth of Christ. As Christmas approaches, lighting the Advent wreath reminds us that God’s love for us is strong.
The Claretians will be praying for you this Advent season. We invite you to send your special intentions for Advent to the National Shrine of St. Jude today. Our daily Meditations for the final week of Advent are below.

December 21st - Fourth Sunday of Advent

Every candle now shines on our Advent wreath. The days of Christmas have arrived. As we say “Merry Christmas,” let us truly offer goodwill toward others.
"Prepare the way for the coming of the Lord!"
Prayer to St. Jude for Advent
Lord Jesus, your power is infinite; your glory, everlasting. Quietly you come into the world as an innocent child. Ready my heart for the miracle of your birth.

Bring light to the world, as we wait silently for your warmth in the coldness of the night. Bless me with patience and faithful discipline to prayerfully prepare to welcome and greet you.

St. Jude, Patron of Hope, pray that Christ’s holiness will flow into me this Advent. May Christmas joy and burning love take root in me and grow to carry the joy beyond me and inspire hope in others. (send an Advent petition) Amen.

LET EVENING COME#FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL




LET EVENING COME

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let the dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let evening come.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come...
Let it come as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
Jane Kenyon Source: Strand & Boland, The Making of a Poem. Thanks!

A POEM TO MOM FORWARDED BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP

A POEM TO MOM: BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP
(The attached is our ARIANNA'S Poem. Arianna is a 5 year old
writer(now 6- poem is republished) who has published two short stories in our New World
already. She has written the following poem on her own and it
is below without any editing, except the spelling)


**A POEM TO MOM**

DEAR MOM

You are as sweet as an Easter Bunny
And Your hugs are so fluffy
You smell like daisies and the best part
is when you are with me
And I am with you
You fly in your imagination like a butterfly
You land on a flower.
You get nectar from the flower you go into your coccoon
When it stops, there is a rainbow in the sky
I see unicorns on the rainbow

love
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(Copy Right With Author)

Art work: Abraham G

Labels: Arianna draft 4/9/12 by georgekurian
(This poem touches our hearts. It depicts the love of Arianna for her Mum, Dr Anisha Kurian-Philip. A very promising poet! Brilliant!) New World

TRUE LOVE (ELIZABETH BARRET-BROWNING) FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI



TRUE LOVE
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barret-Browning

(Thanks to Thomas Philip Ranni for sending this
poem of one of the greatest poetess of all time,
Elizabeth Barret-Browning.  Excellent choice).
New World