We worship, we slaughter. We despise, we adore. We nonchalantly care for them, we treat them as commodities.
Creation of God whatsoever, what separates us? Caste, Creed or Religion? Well, all 3 I would say.
Rules are meant for all, written by few for all, practiced by very few but the clan is the same, race is the same, behavior pattern is the same.
What’s different? The geography. The map. The outside world. The inside world.
I wasn’t very keen when Dad popped up with this idea to visit Mayapur. No, I ain’t an atheist but not the spiritual kind as well. Perhaps, I am the usually found under average human being immersed in success, money and big dreams. Nevertheless, I did make this weekend trip.
What it turned out to be remains unexplained beyond words. I came back mesmerized, and wiser – if it’s measured by tantamount feelings of realization and sanity.
A world of it’s own, with people swimming around outside civilization and with a touch of spiritual eagerness that at least shows up in the attire – not disputing their intentions in any way, that is. Just being there under couple of days gives you this feeling that there is indeed a world outside the juxtaposed self imposed amphitheater that we all live in. If that looks pretentious, ours is equally appalling. It’s just that we adorn ourselves inside the carpet of civilization that stems out of the roots of the supreme – as they say and as we cease to have faith in.
Interesting stories that kept me hooked up in a sting of conversation that seems to come from a different world, different thought process, different desires, different kind of people. Yes, they are different. Not the outside but the inside that matters. I am to believe that consistently faking yourself is a difficult task and hence my faith remains abducted to my principles that comes from a blessed value system. Long story cut short, I felt strong.
Piece of history was unleashed in front of my eyes and it was a curious visit, if I can say that way – with information about the legend. A weekend of heat and blessed aura that keeps me afloat in testing times.
Thanks to my parents who took my unworthy tantrums in their stride, I owe it to them for all the joy and bliss.
Truly, this is one of it’s kind.
Source of Idol Photos: Mayapur ISKCON Website
We all savour that moment in our life and perhaps wait for eternity to get a glimpse – a clean, effortless, magical straight drive. And then, welcome to reality. Still, life looks beautiful. Sober, pleasing and more relished. If we could have the content inside us to draw saturation points, our lives will never need filters.
There are few moments in life when chaos and joy are seen together. I saw these moments in the past few days which tells me that we are indeed blessed in a way to be together with the people we love and do things together that gets us unrivalled in a blissful tale of relationships.
Lights outside, lights inside our lives. Brightness has an inevitable bond with us, stitched with such eventful days.
I want them back, but decided to move forward with hopes of a reunion. Soon, again.