Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Indian Religiousness

It was the day of Janmashtami, and I had gone to my friend's home and at late night we went to a famous temple.  It was no shock to me to envisage such a throng ; from every corner people were trying to get a glimpse of Lord Krishna, nudging  everyone who came in their way, tussling to find some way forward and chanting simultaneously the name of Thakurji. Everyone, irrespective of caste, creed, color, race could be spotted in the temple premises.

How did I feel there ? I felt good seeing beautifully adorned idol of Lord Krishna, it looked magnificent. The tilak of chandan that I could feel on my forehead left a cool imprint. I am not an atheist, I do believe in God and I know there are ways, different in their own nature in which people worship gods and goddesses. While everyone was busy, I was amazed, what was after all so special about the day. 

There is a general thing that can be said on almost every occasion, "There is no dedicated day to show respect, love and the like". But I do not want to say it here or use it here. But, a random question struck my mind for the first time in life, "What was after all so special? Isn't God the same everyday? Or was it that on that day He was showering more blessings? " I remember back in school days, such festivals used to be special at home and so do remain today, I don't remember ever asking such a question to my parents. I think my curiosity has increased with my age.

Don't wanna become blasphemous by hurting religious sentiments of anyone, but it actually left me thinking. I can recall yet another incident, a month back or so, there was this famous circumambulation which was to happen at Mathura and I was coming back from my village. Gratefully, I was the first one standing on gate to deboard the train, and even in that case I nearly lost my spectacles. There was a huge crowd pushing each other, it was SURPRISING to know that they were going for some religious activity  ; a man succumbed on the spot due to extreme tussles. It led me thinking again at the conduct of holy people. A little co-operation and civic sense can make such situations easy to manage and avert any likely disaster. Reading about "Stampedes at some temple, leading to death of men and women" should not be the story to happen at temples. 

Indian religiousness amuses me. We don't give clothes to naked, we abhor lepers, we shun our own aged parents, we criticise every second person we meet, we keep our homes clean and spread filthiness in public, we ostracise a girl and her family from the society who has been brutalised, we force  a student by burdening him with expectations to feel bad about himself/herself, we hesitate in making first moves at mending relationships and yet very ardently become a part of throng on HUGE RELIGIOUS DAYS ! 


Now what can be more blasphemous?

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