I followed others and stood in the queue waiting for my turn to have (what I assume is called Prasad in Hindu religion). She walked upto me and gravely asked , "Are you Catholic?" I shook my head and said No. "Then you cant taste that. Its from Jesus's body and only for catholics". I was struck by an unknown emotion and answers I had been looking for all this while stared straight at me.
Church. The serene atmosphere, those beautiful gospels, extracts from Bible and answers to the mysteries of life. These are moments which make me admire and appreciate other religions.
And then suddenly a perfect case of confused devotion pops up and flings me to the other end of belief.
My first reaction instinctively was going blank, which was replaced by resentment, which was replaced by anger, which finally after a lot of self debate solidified into acceptance. "She is just one of those people who cause the spark which spreads into fire as the feeling propagates. I have to ignore this feeling before it disillusions me."
I am here for peace and so are you. I am here to find answers and so are you.I am here to connect to that higher power and so are you.I bare my soul to him and so do you. Then what makes you discard me from this association?
Growing up in a Hindu Brahmin family innately attracts me to idol worship,hymns and prayers. Inspite of that need for loud expressions of faith I recognize the existence of a higher power who maybe doesnt even recognize any of these expressions. That power only responds to our feelings and emotions. With age this understanding has grown and this faith is strengthening.
Religion forms the base of our beliefs and understandings but its not the expression rather meaning of faith thats important.
I had read disappointing stories of communal bias but getting hurled into one of the pages and turning into one of the characters made me discern its severity.
This incident aroused a need in me; a need to hold on to my faith, a need to keep humanity above religion, a need to immune myself to such communal hatred.
Yes! There are bad experiences and good experiences. Seeds that either help us evolve into stronger individuals who "live" or rot us into shallow people who just "exist".
I made my choice . Tommorow you may have to make the same choice. Think twice before you make yours.Maybe you accidently read my blog .Maybe these thoughts make sense to you at that point of time. Even if you have made your choice.Think again.
Theres a beautiful song by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan,
"dhundhla jaayein jo manzilein ek pal ko tu nazar jhuka,
jhuk jaye sar jahan wahi milta hain rab ka rasta,
teri kismat tu badal de rakh himmat bus chal de,
tera saathi mere kadmon ke hain nishan,
tu na jaane aas pass hai khuda"
If this song makes sense to you too,but you've made your choice, think again.Delve into your faith,find meaning to it and express it only for love. If its not love. Think again.