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Rev. Dr. Joe Joseph Kuruvilla, Kottayam (2026)

26/01/2023

Admission Open for 2 Year Residential Programme for Masters in Counselling and Psychotherapy.

02/06/2020

Dear Friends. I am happy to inform you that I have taken over as the Director of TMA Institute of Counselling, Kottayam. TMA Institute of Counselling is the most reputed Counselling Training Institute in India. It is affiliated to the Senate of Serampore University and it offers wide variety of Professional Counselling Courses and Professional Counselling services too.
These are the courses offered in this Institute.
1. Masters in Counselling and Psychotherapy
This is the only Institute in India that offers a two. year Masters in Counselling and Psychotherapy Course with advanced counselling and psychotherapy training and skills development.. This is a fully residential programme. More than 50 students have graduated with this degree and are working in various organisations like schools, colleges, hospitals and in ministry.
2. Diploma in Clinical and Pastoral Counselling.
This is also a full residential course for one year. This is ideal for people who wants to work in health care industries, school, colleges as counsellors. Most of the students of this institute are working in almost all reputed schools and hospitals.
3. Certificate Course in Basic Skills in Counselling.
This is a weekend training programme for six months focussing on development of Basic Skills in Counselling.
Along with this academic programme this institute offers professional counselling services by professionally trained counsellors.
This who all are interested in any of these academic programmes or wants counselling help please feel free to call me at the number given on my page.

13/04/2020

Dear Friends, I am sure you all know me. But just for introduction to an online counselling ministry that I want to begin, I want to introduce myself a little and mention a few things about the online counselling helpline ministry that I am planning to start.
I am presently working as the Director and Counsellor of Marthoma Counselling Centre, Thiruvalla and also a Professor of Pastoral Counselling at FFRRC, Kottayam. I have been doing my counselling ministry for the last 24 years.
As you all are aware the pandemic Covid 19 is creating all sort of distress in our lives. Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual and what not. I have come across in the last two weeks through my online counselling ministry, lots of people both young and old alike going through severe mental, physical and emotional stress. I feel even the health professionals like nurses and para medical staff are also going through severe mental trauma as they work in hospitals treating Covid patients. Hence I felt I needed to do something so that I can be supportive and give a helping hand to all those who need a professional counselling at this time distress. Hence my suggestion is that, since we all are in lockdown period, if anyone of you feels that you need to talk with someone who will help you to handle your mental, emotional and spiritual stress, I am there to help you. I am just a call away or you can just whatsapp me. Do call me or whatsapp me on any of these two numbers and I shall gladly help you professionally in the best way possible. My numbers in India is 9446709446 or 9645373213. If you think your friends need help, please pass on this information to them too. Help is just a call away.
Rev. Dr. Joe Joseph Kuruvilla.

18/04/2019

*Found this Article, Worth Introspecting*

*Jallianwala Bagh - Why Indians fired on fellow Indians....*

I lived in Hong Kong for some years. One of the facts I observed was that Hong Kongers by and large do not like Indians and many of them even despise us. Whether an Indian goes on to look for a home or on the streets to buy groceries, the feeling is palpable. Many Indians I talked to said they feel it rather strongly. I had asked several people but got no satisfactory answer.

Finally, I asked a local friend about the reason. He was a historian at one of Hong Kong’s University. At first he tried to deny that this feeling exists but then later said the roots of it are historical. “Do you know,” he said, “the British came to Hong Kong in 1841 and when they tried to build the first police force with the help of locals, they realized that the loyalty of the locals cannot be trusted to follow their orders to shoot and kill if their fellow brethren revolted or if there were a rebellion. But they realized they didn’t have the same experience in India. So they brought in the Indians. The first batch of Indians who came, brutalized and tortured the people here. The memory still lives on in the mind of every person here and we haven’t forgiven you for it and will never do,” he said in a deeply emotional voice. “You Indians followed orders and didn’t show any mercy towards us which we expected you would do.”

I could only apologize to him and said it was an injustice. But what he had said left me perturbed. In social sciences ‘the other’ is a term that denotes how human beings divide, create walls with other groups whom they perceive as not similar to them and even inferior. For the Americans ‘the other’ is everyone who is outside America. For the British everyone who is not White and outside the country is ‘the other’. For the man from Pakistan it has become the Indian. Same can be said of the Chinese. But the curious thing for Indians is that for many an Indians ‘the other’ is not an outsider but another Indian only with whom his deepest chasm lies. He is someone whom we make into an enemy.

“You Indians, you have done it with your own people, like in Jallianwala Bagh. That is how the British controlled your nation for two centuries, isn’t it?” The historian’s words have stayed with me since then.

In one of his books, Amitav Ghosh, the author, writes that the British believed that the Indians can always be relied upon to ruthlessly put down anyone whether their own in India or anywhere else, on their orders, something they could never imagine doing with anyone else. Would a Japanese be ever trusted to fire on its own people on the orders of a foreign General? Would a Chinese army have done so when asked? I believe the answer is a big no.

As one ex-General from the former British Indian army said, “The British were masters in making the Indian people believe that they were fighting on the side of the truth and so when the Indians fought a fellow Indian they saw him as evil and felt little or no guilt in killing him.”

Is that why even today we are deeply divided, can torture a fellow Indian and feel little empathy, even shoot at him or beat him to death?^

Why did we Indians create ‘the other’ amongst each other and not outside like other nations do?
Once, a British historian, on the mention of Jallianwala Bagh, said that a British police force or army would never shoot at its own people if asked to do so.

Why did we Indians do it then? I believe it is worth finding an answer to this dilemma.

Why didn’t the police force refuse to follow General Michael Dyer’s orders and not shoot at their own people? This maybe is one of the most poignant and perplexing questions in understanding why British could rule India.

Has the notion of ‘the other’ as one we can hate and eliminate always existed amongst us in our history and as one that the British only perfected when they came in contact with us? I wish to ask this on the 100th anniversary of the tragedy of Jallianwala Bagh if we as a society created a gap within that can cause fissures and we can again be ordered into maniacal behavior on the orders of a white man or woman.

Did we carry our philosophy of ‘Vasudeva Kutumbakam’ too far and become like the subjects in Milgram’s experiment?

Jallianwala Bagh to me appears to be not the action of a deranged, crazy lunatic General but of a psychopath who knew this weakness of Indians only too well, who understood this mindset in us. He knew that when ordered to fire, the men wouldn’t hesitate because the cries of their own country men would have no effect on them. This philosophy, sick and dangerous, may need to be addressed and understood that may lead us to kill each other or destroy. Will it ever lead us to become a good united cohesive nation and not hold us back?

Creating ‘the other’ and making him into an enemy is dehumanizing which has just not only been symbolic, making us slaves but also making us lose what is the most precious, our freedom. It delineated us from the power that rightfully belonged to us as a nation.

Last year we visited the Jallianwala Bagh. There were hundreds of people laughing, talking and taking pictures. No single face looked solemn. Only some seemed curious looking at the Well or the Bullet marks on the wall. Where does this detachment from our history come from?

Slavery dehumanized us Indians. As we know from history, no group cedes its privileges over others out of altruism but is forced to do so when the privileges they enjoy begin to threaten their survival. Gandhi could never do that to the British. Only once during the INA Trials and the Naval Revolt, it happened when the idea of one Indian being separate from ‘the other’ got erased terrifying the British into thinking it might bring their annihilation in India.

Will the present generation erase this blot? In it perhaps lies the safety that will make our future generations safe from the contradictions that pushed our ancestors into slavery and annihilating each other.

Rajat Mitra
Psychologist and Author of ‘The Infidel Next Door’

15/04/2018

Posting a Poem Forwarded By A Friend. So Relevant Today In Our Indian Context.

" Sometimes in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
To see if it is still breathing
For its dying a slow death
Every day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy place
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open
And quickly I shrug away that thought
It dies a little

When I buy vegetables from the vendor
And his son "chhotu" smilingly weighs the potatoes
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school
I look the other way
It dies a little.

When I am decked up in a designer dress
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing
In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity
And I immediately roll up my window
It dies a little

When at Christmas I buy expensive gifts for my children
On return, I see half clad children
With empty stomach and hungry eyes
Selling Santa caps at red light
I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a little

When I give my son the freedom
To come home late from a party
And yet when my daughter asks
I tell her it is not safe
I raise my voice when she questions why
It dies a little

When I hear about a r**e
or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it's not my child
I can not look at myself in the mirror
It dies a little

When people fight over caste creed and religion
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs
I blame the corrupt politicians
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a little

When my city is choked
Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Delhi
I take my car to work daily
Not taking the metro,not trying car pool
One car won't make a difference, I think
It dies a little

So when in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I bury it."

08/03/2017

Found this wonderful Quote which one of my friends shared with me....................
On This Woman's Day
From Feminism To Humanism
Let us contribute to the World....................
A World where there is respect and honour for who a person is......
A World where there is gratitude and reverence for the contribution each one makes irrrespective of one's gender.....................
A World where personal boundaries are not just acceptable but also encouraged......
A World where it is safe to co exist..............
A World where we thrive towards excellence and not just merely surviving............
A World where we love each other and ourselves and judgement becomes unnecessary...........................
A World where each one is proud of his/her own place and contribution to this planet without having to measure it against someone else...............................
A World where men can cry, woman can protect and transgenders can find their dignity amongst all..................
Let us move beyong our gendersand sexualities.......
Let us simply honour the roles we have played in this life time....
Let us move from feminism to humanism

18/02/2017

We live in a time where faith, religion is all used for my own selfish needs, faith that does not exhibit itself in acts of service rather, expressed through acquisition of material things. Religion and faith today is tool for many leaders of different political party so as to inject a sense upmanship on people so that they could be divided on religious basis. It is in such a context i found this wonderful article passed on to me by my friend written during the time of Dadri lynching. Read and be inspired to serve humanity.

'Huge blessing in small virtues'.

by Maj Gen SPS Narang (Retd) in The Tribune:

Like a large percentage of secular Indians, I am deeply anguished at the lynching of Akhlaq in front of his family in Dadri recently. The murderers, probably with political patronage or following the diktats of some fundamentalist organisation, shred the secular fibre of our country. It is against this backdrop that I have an incident to share which may awaken the conscience of some of my fellow men.

The incident goes back to nearly a year, and even now evokes poignancy in my heart.

Last November, I was driving back to Dehradun from Chandigarh — a fascinating four-hour journey, with the added attraction of visiting Paonta Sahib Gurdwara. I had to break on the way to give myself and my car some rest. And what better than entering the abode of the Guru. Besides the soothing kirtan, it is the langar that one savours, seated on the floor among a multitude of people from all walks of life. Some partake of all meals as they have no means to satiate their hunger.

Breaking bread with them gives an indescribable spiritual high, and to experience this, one doesn’t have to belong to any one religion. I, too, enjoyed the langar and came out to get on with my journey.

I stopped to buy some knick-knacks from a kiosk outside the gurdwara. Just then, I spotted a family of Gujjars (Muslims nomads who rear cattle in semi mountains and sell milk), in an intent discussion in front of a tea vendor. The family comprised an elderly couple, two middle-aged couples and four children. Three women were partially veiled. They seemed poor as the eldest gentleman (probably the father) counted coins and some crumpled notes.

Undoubtedly, the issue was how much they could afford to buy. They asked for three cups of tea and four samosas (popular Indian snack) .

Gathering courage, I asked him, “Kya aap sab khana khayenge?” (would you all like to have food!!) They looked at one another with a mix of surprise, apprehension and a hurt self-respect.

There was silence. Sometimes, silence can be loud. The innocent eyes of the kids were filled with hope. “Hum kha ke aaaye hain,” (we have eaten already) he responded.

There was an instant retort, “Kahan khayaa hai subeh se kuch bhi, Abba?” (we have not eaten anything since morning, Papa!!).

Hearing that, a dull ache in my chest caught me by surprise. The stern look in the eyes of the three men and the pleading moist eyes of the women said it all.

I insisted that they come with me. They agreed, reluctantly. We entered the gurdwara (Sikh Temple of God) .

A good feeling descended over me as I deposited their shoes at the jora ghar (Shoe deposite room in all Gurdwaras). The elders were awed by the architectural marvel.

However, there was fear in their eyes, which was understandable. They were entering a non-Islamic place of worship for the first time.

But the children couldn’t care less, their innocent faces single-mindedly focused on food. Some onlookers flashed strange looks from the corner of their eyes. But then I followed the children, adopting their easy attitude as they excitedly chose head wraps of different colours. (everyone is supposed to cover their heads inside a Gurdwara).

Except for the eldest member, all accompanied me inside, and emulating me, bowed their heads and touched their forehead to the floor. Many others must have noticed, as I did, that these children went through this ritual with utmost reverence. They took Parshad (offering) from the Bhaiji (The Priest) ) who asked them if they needed more. The children gladly nodded.

We entered the Langar Hall and I took the kids along to collect thaalis (plates) .

They did it with joy, like only kids would. Seated opposite us was a newly-married couple. The bride, with red bangles accentuating her charm, asked the children to sit beside her, and two of them sat between them. The way she was looking after them, I could tell she would make a loving mother.
Langar was served, and though I had already eaten, I ate a little to make my guests comfortable. One had to see to believe how they relished it. The initial apprehension had vanished and they ate to their fill. I have no words to describe the joy I experienced.

We had nearly finished when an elderly Sikh and a youth with flowing beard (perhaps the head granthi and sewadar-helper) sought me out.

I was overcome by fear, and more than me, my guests were scared. I walked up to them with folded hands.

He enquired, “Inhaan nu tusi le ke aaye ho? (Have you brought them in?).” I nodded.

The next question had me baffled, “Tusi har din path karde ho? (Do you say prayers every day?).” I almost blurted “yes”, but it would have been a lie. So, with utmost humility I said “no”.

Expecting an admonishment, he surprised me, “Tuhaanu tha koi lorh hi nahin. Aj tuhaanu sab kuch mil gaya hai ji (You don’t need to. Today you have got everything).” I was flabbergasted. Was it advice or sarcasm? He added, “Inha nu Babbe de ghar lya ke te langar shaka ke tusi sab kuch paa laya. Tuhaada dhanwad. Assi dhan ho gaye (By bringing them to the Guru’s abode for langar, you’ve got everything from God. Thank you. We are blessed).”

Then, with folded hands, he walked up to the elderly couple and requested them, “Aap jad bhi idhar aao to langar kha ke jaaiye. Yeh to uparwale da diya hai ji (Whenever you happen to pass through here, please come and have food. It is God’s gift).”

I escorted my guests out of the Langar Hall. Just as we were about to pick our footwear, one of the children said, “Humme aur halwa do naa.” (Get us some more sweet offering). We five went in to get more parshad.

Finally, as they were about to depart, the elderly lady whispered to her husband.

I enquired, “Koi baat, Miyaji?” (is there any problem, Mian Ji!!

Almost pleadingly, he said, “Yeh keh rahin ki, kya aap ke sar par haath rakh sakti hain? (She is saying, can she keep her hand on your head)!! I bowed as she blessed me with tears in her eyes.

A wave of emotions swept over me.

Is it my imagination, or for real, that I often feel the beautiful hand of a Muslim lady, wrapped in purity and love, on my head?

This is the reason, we are secular..🙏
If we want to serve God let us serve others.

20/08/2016

A Wonderful Message Worth Reading and Sharing.
As Indians Bask in the glory of Sakshi and Sindhu ....let us also remember all the Indian girls at Rio Olympics....and the odds that they braved to be where they are today.

"They defeated the ultrasound that declared 'it' was a 'she'.
They defeated the nurse declaring in a sombre tone 'ladki hai'.
They defeated murderous parents or even worse those who keep them alive but kill their spirit every single day.
They defeated the odds against them for parents "allowing" her to chase her dream.
They defeated the family pride that wants every Indian child to be a doctor or engineer.
They defeated the school teacher who said "it's not a girl's game".
They defeated bad sports infrastructure and even lack of healthy food needed to fuel the fire.
They defeated a system where overweight foreign travelling officials, who have only played Ludo as a sports, decide her fate.
They defeated the Dada-Nana who told her "good girls don't wear short clothes".
They defeated the Dadi-Nani who told her not to play in sun and become "kaali-kaluthi."
They defeated friends who told her she needs to "control aggression and chill."
They defeated the pados waali Aunty ji who wondered "akele kahan-kahan ghumti hai aapki ladki."
They defeated the million eyes staring at her legs and not noticing the brilliant game she played.
They defeated the Bua jee and Mausi jee who ask "tum shadi kab karogi."
They defeated the journalist who asked her when she would "settle".
They defeated the cynics who thought they were pouting and clicking selfies on a fully paid foreign trip.

So dare not take even a slice of her glory by calling her HUMARI BETI!

They have achieved what they have not because of us. But despite us!"

14/11/2015

Disturbed, In Agony and In Pain. Let us Pray Not just for Paris but for the Whole World. Maranatha.

28/10/2015

One of the hardest thing for most of us sometimes is to appreciate others. Every human being longs to be appreciated but we are very stingy in appreciation. The ministry of a clergy is very challenging and meaningful but sometimes the clergy seems to work in a mediocre manner because they feel that nobody appreciates their worth and the hard work that they have put in ministry. It so tragic that even when the clergy has shown remarkable courage and commitment and has brought a level of excellence in ministry, words of appreciation can be sometimes very meager. It is these thoughts that made me to pen these thoughts because I felt the need to sincerely appreciate two clergy and their spouses, whom I met recently, who has been such a blessing on the way they handled their ministerial responsibilities. It was a unique combination of two clergy family working in ways that was so different and so wonderful for the eyes to behold. They left everyone with a sense of awe and completeness on how ministry can be done in ways and manner that was so unique. I have been working for the last 28 years in the Lord’s ministry and one of the things that helped me grow in my ministry was by observing my fellow clergy on how they did their ministry. I have consciously tried to incorporate some of positive models and paradigms that some of the fellow clergy have shown in their ministry. This has really enriched my life and ministry. Last week was one such time when I could learn so many things from two young achen’s and their spouse’s on how to do ones ministry in a manner that was so befitting and meaningful and in the process became a live witness to the scores of people around. From October 22nd to October 25th we all were part of the East Zone Marthoma Youth and Family Conference at Ranchi. It was in the conference that the delegates could see how two young clergy and their families brought about harmony and beauty to the conference and in the process showing to others a wonderful paradigm in ministry. One was Jijo Achen and his wife Saumya Kochamma who are the parish priest of the Marthoma Church in Ludhiana while the other achen was Merin achen and Soji Kochamma who are in charge of the Bethel Marthoma Church, Bhopal. Jijo achen was in charge of the singing session while Merin achen was in charge of the Youths sessions. Both the clergy and their spouse’s worked as a team thus they left every delegate with the feeling that ministry is a wonderful thing, when each one complements and not in competes with each other. Competition is there in every sphere. It is also present is pastoral ministry. There are times when a particular clergy can feel very insecure because of the way another fellow clergy has handled his pastoral care and duties assigned to him. These are clergy who are ready to break certain traditional mould so that they are able to connect with the congregation and also bring repute, integrity and excellence in their ministry. I believe both Merin achen and Jijo achen belongs to that mould where they have no qualms to come down to the level of the congregation and are also ready to move away from the traditional mould of ministry which for many is only an avenue to flaunt power, prestige, authority and position. It is when the ultimate quest of the clergy is to achieve fame through shortcut methods, for flaunting brazenly pastoral authority and always has certain petty agenda’s in ministry that I feel, clergy are unable to work as a team or in partnership. This is because of the feeling that if they work as a team they will loose importance and fears that the other clergy will be sideline them. Thus for many clergy, ministry is a lonely affair. The hardly want to relate with their fellow clergy, they do not express warmth or concern when a fellow clergy tries to interact with them, and always tend to be aloof and are sometimes concerned only about their life, their needs and their ministry. One of the paradigms that Jesus taught his disciples on how to work in ministry is seen in Luke 10. Here he sends his disciples in pairs and by two by two. Ministry is not a solitary affair, it is a partnership ministry where we work hand in hand with a fellow disciple. It is when we work together that we truly value not only our worth but the worth of others. It is when we work as a team and as partners in ministry that we truly understand that we all gifted and are differently talented. In a time when certain sections of the clergy tries to be one up on others, clergy’s like Jijo achen and Merin achen and their spouses brings in a breeze of fresh air in the way ministry is seen and done. They showed to others that as we work as a team we do not have any insecurity, because the goal of ministry is not to receive accolades personally but work in such a way that one brings glory and honour to the Lord’ ministry. It is time that we the clergy evaluate the way we work in ministry. I think we should be ready to work as a team, devoid of any insecure feeling, work in such a way that we are able to complement each other and bring the best out in each other. When this happens I am sure everyone in our parish and institution will feel truly blessed and will thank God for the life and ministry that each of the achen’s are doing in the respective areas of their ministry. May God give us the wisdom so that we are able to see ministry not as an individual affair but as a team, to work in partnership for the establishment of Kingdom of God on this earth.

30/01/2015

One of the most famous song that Lata Mangeshkar has sung is the song “Aye Mere Watan Ke Logon, Zaraa Aankh Mein Bhar Lo Paani, Jo Shahid Hue Hain Unki Zaraa Yaad Karo Qurbaani. History records that when Lata Mangeshkar sang this song live on January 27th, 1963, as a part of the republic day celebrations, the august audience which consisted of late Jawaharlal Nehru and others were moved to tears by her rendition of the song. Fifty two years later, yesterday I was shell shocked and was numb with grief as I watched a video where an eleven year old girl Alka Rai, braving her tears, was bidding farewell to her dad Colonel M N Rai who was killed by terrorist in the Kashmir valley on Tuesday. The way she bid farewell was heart rendering. It such an irony that only a day before, on republic day, Colonel M N Rai was honoured with Yudh Seva Medal for his bravery and in recognition of his immense capability and success as the commanding officer. As she came near her father’s mortal remains, she saluted her brave father and then shouted the Gorkha war cry. Everyone who watched the response of this brave girl could not control their tears and soon the officers bravely joined in the war cry. A young girl who is on the verge of comprehending what life is all about, is made to experience certain bitterness of life, like the martyrdom of her father. What makes Alka so different from others is the way she has embraced the tragedy that has struck her family. She may not know the gravity of the loss but here is a girl who is ready to rise above the most painful experiences in life, ready to express her deepest emotions and to show to the world how precious her dad was and how grateful she was to him, for what he was and for what he did for her and for our country. It is this thought that bought a wave of emotions to my mind. As Lataji sang “let us shed tears for those who sacrificed their life for the country”. As I write this blog my heart is also filled with anger when I read about how the separatist leader in Kashmir, Gilani extolled the terrorist who killed Colonel M N Rai. It is shameful that we live in a country where you have citizens like Alka Rai the braveheart who stands up with pride and emotion even as her father lay dead and also leaders like Gilani who are more concerned on separatist agenda that breeds only hatred and anger, agendas that are selfish and devoid of any human emotions or values. Another woman who showed guts and the will to show others how to view life and its challenges these days was Indhu Rebecca Varghese, the wife of Major Mukund Vardarajan who was also martyred. She received Ashok Chakra on her husband’s behalf from our President Pranab Mukherjee during this year Republic Day function. As she spoke to Barkha Dutt on NDTV, the words that she said is still resounding in my ears "India Should See The Man Mukund Was, Not My Sorrow. A lady who does not want others sympathy nor wants to be wallowed in grief, but would want to hold aloft the ideals of an army man and his commitment to his passion- Army. As time passes by we Indians may tend to slowly forget who Colonel M N Rai and Major Mukund Vardarajan was, and the way Alka Rai and Indhu have bravely dealt with tragedies that befell them, but then let us not forget the fact that it is because of the sacrifices of people like them we are able to have a better tomorrow. As somebody rightly said, our soldiers don’t die, they attain martyrdom. As we run the fast pace of life, often forgetting that there are lots of people who have been instrumental in helping us reach where we are, let us for a moment pause and salute brave hearts like Col M N Rai and Major Mukund Vardarajan and also be proud to affirm that more and more people like Alka Rai and Indhu be born in this wonderful nation so that we are woken up from our deep sleep to true realization of how life is to be dealt with and how we all can contribute to a strong and a mighty India. Alka Rai and Indhu…..Mera Pranam.
Watch Alka Rai bidding farewell to her father..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0jTACuu8HU

Rev. Dr. Joe Joseph Kuruvilla

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