Title: Nandri Jesus

Many times I started writing songs, but never completed anything. I have always thought to myself why am I not able to write a song. This song talks about the love of my lord Jesus. It is a time to thank the Lord for all the goodness He has done in my life. This song will touch the hearts of all those who hear it. Thank you Jesus.

1.   Incomparable is your love Lord, So, nandri easu,

   Unmatchable is your love Lord, So, nandri easu,

   Thy mercies are new for me everyday, So, nandri easu,

   Uncountable is your faithfulness, so nandri easu.

Chorus:

Thank you Jesus, nandri Easu,

Nandri Easu, thank you Jesus

Enn pathangal thavaramal you held me,

Enn valikai ali yamel you guided me,

enni your Word theytriyadhu,

Thank you Jesus, nandri Easu,

Nandri easu.

      Iam the apple of your eye,  So, nandri easu,

   You have numbered my hair, so nandri easu,

   You have graven me on your palm, so nandri easu,

   It is you who first loved me, so nandri easu.

   You bore all my sins, So, nandri easu,

   Iam now a free person, So, nandri easu,

   Still koinjam kalam than, so nandri Easu,

   Then to a land far away, So nandri Easu. 

 --- Anand Emmanuel john

Touch one child’s life and inspire a million - Help A Child in India

When I had a cup of coffee it was 4 in the morning. No sun rays had peed out from the clouds yet. The roads were calm and the night had not faded away. But there was this young mother of a 2 year old girl child trying to make herself and the baby comfortable admits the pile of stones that were stocked in front of a construction site. The building next to our home happened to be that place. That evening I walked up to the place where the construction was going on and enquired her whereabouts. Those workers had come from different places of India as daily wages. The next day in the afternoon she and some workers came to my house and asked for water. As I gave them a bottle to drink, she smiled and told that her name was Salim. She seemed to be in her early 20's. 

Many like Salim are burdened of parenting a child at a very young age. These children suffer from malnutrition. They never get the opportunity to go to school as their parents ( In most cases single mothers) leave their home towns and travel distant places for a living. They don’t find a permanent resting place of their own, instead build beautiful luxury homes for others all through their life.

The worst affected are these toddlers. They are born on the streets and live life like a vagabond with a high risk percentage of becoming into a notorious criminal or fall prey to poverty and hunger. These little victims of bad destiny, for no fault of theirs except for being born into a poor undesired, marginalised society, suffer without proper shelter, food, clothing, education and a decent upbringing. For a crime they are not part off, these children are exposed to pollution, all kinds of diseases, sexual harassment (Which is common in our country now a days), torture (In case of child labour which is also a major concern in this country), unclean drinking water and many other threats. In these, some of which like sexual harassment and child labour, continue for generations where a select community of people are underlined and branded that they are born to undergo these kinds of inhumane brutalities. 

   

Are we all not born with the same blood as those innocent infants are? Is it not our responsibility to bring a change in the lives of our fellow brothers and sisters?

Help a child in need and enjoy the smile on its face. There are many not even able to find a daily wages job. Their life ends in their small unapproachable village where only poverty laughs loud in those lands. Touch one child’s life and inspire a million. You can do so by contributing just Rs.500/- per month.

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Are we Mourning or Dancing?

I wanted to write on this issue a long time back, but I just dint get the right words to express my inner most feelings as it was hurt by a lot of cruel and unhealthy criminal contributions by our whole national system towards women who are considered the sacred identity of God.

There are a large section of people who stood up against some evil doors demanding justice for poor Nirbhaya. But what happens to the other thousand Ms X, Mrs Y’s? With a deliberate intention I coated the other victims of this cruel act with different prefixes. Yes, the young and the old are all sufferers of such viciousness and their cry gets disappeared into thin air even before it could reach their roofs. Some die even before they could cry. Their identities are lost and gone for ever.

Marry young, escape rape: Haryana ex-CM, Om Prakash Chautala backs Khap Panchayats call to lower marriageable age to 16. – Hot news making rounds in all the media.

If such is the mind set of these political leaders of this worlds largest democratic nation, then how can justice be without bias?

This is the anger of a real living soul. An rage suppressed by power and money. This has become a place where law is covered under a haystack and burnt to ashes.

Dr. Anita Shukla, Lions Club Secretary has said: ‘The victim should have surrendered when surrounded by six men, at least it could have saved her intestines'.

I want to end here with a question, a suggestion and a promise …..

Is India mourning the death of an innocent victim of brutality and animal behavior or is it celebrating its cricket victory over its rivals? If here, the later part wins, then India will never see a CHANGE. Celebrities from every field should stand up for this cause. Even they are humans and citizens of this country. Its cricket and films that drive Indians crazy. Why cant celebrities (Demi God’s) raise a hand against abolishing this cruel act from our society. Where has the IAC, the Hazare’s and the kejriwal’s gone? No matter who supports, I will stand up for this. A commoner like me will fight it out. 

Justice is inevitable.