A slice of religion
India is a country where faith is the single most important pot of gold that every person carries, and that faith is for god. Mutual understanding and well being have always take the back side. So when the decision of visiting into Lord Krishna’s abode came to the forefront, that too on Christmas day, I had mixed feelings. Not that I was not captivated by that idea and wanted to earn some free-flowing ‘punya’ for myself but all the different theologies that come together in that time period is what make it totally absurd. ‘will the darshan be possible at that time?…what am I going to pray for?…how heavy is it going to be on the mind?…its Sunday, why don’t relax at home?..though all these questions did suspend, as a Brahmin myself and a firm believer in sacrifice, remorse and salvation, I agreed. Like the ice cream parlour serving all kinds of tastes like chocolate, strawberry, tutti- frutti, butterscotch etc. , faith in our country comes in that many flavours, you can either stay at home with your august rituals, have a char dham yatra, visit a religious place and get encamped for a heavy donation that is realistic on the pockets and self-satisfactory and compelling in its own sense.
My father, ascending from a high order of the pious kind, is a firm believer of Hinduism and every element incorporating and re-incorporating that very bit of sense. Along the 100 mile route, questions and answers gripped me, how these people at the side of the highway without proper educational or sanitary facilities or a perpetual dream, still exist and manage to keep a smile on their face. That always rejuvenates my faith in god. Such a wonderful creation or stern determination cannot be fathomed by human hands alone. A silent but undoubtedly strong force exists above us. It is fostered even more by elders like my nani and my dearest mother, travelling with a small sized child-like incarnation of the supreme lord fondly recognised as Gopal. Rampant distrust or logical immaturity had no place in the zone of total devotion or ‘bhakti’. Easterners thought of Hinduism as something which we had been born with and inculcated through the ages, while our western counterparts wondered and awed at it like some relic of the past, which needs to be ushered and researched like a divine subject. The first stop was Gokul, the birthplace of Krishna, by looking at the empty faces, the guides chit-chatting about shares, an architecture of something belonging to the early 1900’s , I wondered about the place that he took his first steps in, of course he was ferried along the Yamuna where the former was held captive. Exploring into the gullies, small temples and devasthanams, as they were recognised widely as, pure satire struck me.
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