Suddenly it is anti climax. One more Christmas is over. Even when the world around is not so beautiful everywhere, I, artificially focused on the positives and enjoyed. Now it is time to fall back to the real world, where the ordinary world citizen is not that celebrated. Christ remain as the typical example of this ordinary world citizen. He was born in a manger. Son of a carpenter. Not respected by the elite of those times because he spent most of his time with the down trodden. He was tortured and crucified. When I look around I see a Christ in every common man. I did celebrate Christmas this time as well, because I like celebrations and the mood of Christmas. Unfortunately, the image of my Indian sister who is struggling for life after the brutal rape and torture by a group of cowards was turning out to be the proverbial “thorn in the flesh”.