God...you listening?
I wish I could believe. I want to believe, I am ready to believe, but...There is always a sad little "but" appended to the things we really want to do . I just want to be able to believe in God the way I see others around me do, with absolute assurance that God does exist. The way they go to a temple, bow their heads, and pray sincerely, sure in their belief that their prayers will be answered, I want to be able to do that and not look sneakily around making sure I bend my head when others do and raise it on cue. I am more worried about that really than praying. Sometimes I even forget I am supposed to pray too.
I lost my faith in God the day I got my second year results. I had gone to Kamakhya, right after the Xaat too i.e. when the temple opens after it closes for 12 days because the Goddess is ostensibly menstruating. So when it opens, the crowd triples, consisting mostly of widows. Don't know why. Anyway the point being that I went then, when it was THRICE (lest you missed the first reference) as crowded as usual, stood in line for FIVE hours to enter the temple and then after all that what did I get--a third division. I mean if God can't even ensure a simple thing like respectable second division, there is no point really in believing in God is there. If at the end of the day I can't get more than I deserve just by praying, why bother?
Might as well just work hard and take the credit for it instead of thanking God for it.
But just in case there is a God who reads hathirpithi, then God should know that these are just words and I mean no offence. That actually deep, deep down I have rock solid faith in the existence of God. And just in case the Gods are still tuned in--I could do with a job that pays me twice as much as I earn now.
Old habits die hard.
I lost my faith in God the day I got my second year results. I had gone to Kamakhya, right after the Xaat too i.e. when the temple opens after it closes for 12 days because the Goddess is ostensibly menstruating. So when it opens, the crowd triples, consisting mostly of widows. Don't know why. Anyway the point being that I went then, when it was THRICE (lest you missed the first reference) as crowded as usual, stood in line for FIVE hours to enter the temple and then after all that what did I get--a third division. I mean if God can't even ensure a simple thing like respectable second division, there is no point really in believing in God is there. If at the end of the day I can't get more than I deserve just by praying, why bother?
Might as well just work hard and take the credit for it instead of thanking God for it.
But just in case there is a God who reads hathirpithi, then God should know that these are just words and I mean no offence. That actually deep, deep down I have rock solid faith in the existence of God. And just in case the Gods are still tuned in--I could do with a job that pays me twice as much as I earn now.
Old habits die hard.
posted by Hathirpithi at 1:59 AM
5 Comments:
ok.. this one made me laugh... all those visits to the temple before every crucial exam in life flitted across my usually delinquent memory....you were pretty regular about those visits weren't you?
Well, people who have faith are lucky... they get to blame someone else for something that might well be their fault. Here's a suggestion: blame the third div on catching kamakhya in a bad mood...(may be the volume of people peeved her?!!!)...
and if God is into reading blog comments too, I would like a double salary too, thank-you.
Nitu,
tereko double salary nahin milega. Tune Maa Kamakhya nahin bola
Om Kaaaaali maaaaa... Tujhe shakthi de...
*laughs aloud and tries to rub his bald shiny head when he realises that neither is he Amrish Puri, nor is he bald*
:) Well, I suppose it is nice to have faith, to believe that there is the great Somebody Up There who watches over us. And, as Nitu says, it is nice to blame someone else when things don't go your way, isn't it?
Oh, and here's my favourite God quote: "When God made men, she was only testing." :D
hey! Don't blame dame Kamakhya. May be she was going through 'post menstrual syndrome'. :D loved this piece! and your 55 word story.
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