CHAPTER 1: One glance!
" I " was never a devotee instead was a proud crook on being an atheist. Following my legacy of being an agnostic, I, on a hangout with my colleagues, decided not to visit a temple when my mates were doing so. Standing out, all isolated in a nook, watching devotees jostling inside the temple to get a glance of the eternal, I speculated, "how foolish humans are to believe the existence of someone they've never seen". That's when a young boy approached me with the sacred offerings of the temple in his hand, asking me to have some. I, not forgetting my sceptic roots, denied the offerings but on being continuously interrupted, I accepted it. The child, then, started dragging me, forcefully, towards the entrance of the temple. I, unwillingly, took a glance of what others were bumping into each other, to see. All Lost for a moment in the etheral apperance. Coming back to my altruistic senses, I flinched, when a heavy pillar fell at the place I was standing before, with a loud thud. Everyone was startled and so was I. I looked back to where the boy was standing, but saw no one and then once in a blue moon, I felt the existence of the one whose presence my egoistic mind always neglected . The one, mayble in yellow silken dress, black body, curly flowy hair & all that "they" always told me he looked like. The eternal!
CHAPTER 2: A contrasting turn life took!
Since then, all the mornings have been different. Waking up in the dawn just to have a glance of the "lotus-eyed", posted on a wall, directly facing my warm bed. Bowing to the mother earth, before stepping out of the bed & then going to the terrace which never looked this exquisite & fictional before. Getting a glimpse of the venerable sun, the routine followed by having a shower, applying "Ramanandi tilak", chanting the almighty's name and mantras & doing the perpetual house chores. This unforeseen transformation was only possible due to the grace of the only true presence. Realising, he was always here, in all the timings I called "coincidence", in all the things I grandly refered to as a "miracle". The only need was to acknowledge the "being" of the one who could even see the inner conscious of one. I, now when look back to that day from where it all started, realise "how fool of a person I was to never believe the existence of the one who made us exist". From that day, I live a "happily ever after" in the materialistic terms. From a devotees perspective, I've taken a very first step towards the inital origin! The origin which he created, the origin which science couldn't bore into, the origin which one can go back to, just by believing in the creator. Now I ask myself, "Was I too dumb to feel his energy or was I too focused to see the creation of the creator?" .
CHAPTER 3: Going back home!
Gradually, the self, who never got time for visitng temples is now turning into someone who never shows tardiness in exploring many. Ah, how eagerly I wish, I had come across this everlasting soul before, when life almost came to an end. A person who used to read fiction books is now turning the pages of the sacred "GEETA". Path to divinity, connects you to the divine in such a way, where you can literally conversate with him. I still remember, having my first talk with "hari". I asked, " Why didn't I got you before, madhav", he with a soothing voice, which reflected all the tunes he had played on his bansuri, replied, " From the day your soul was born, I was right here child." "Then why did I never worshipped you?" " That's what life on earth does to you. A soul is sent to the world, with an aim to sum up for all the bad deeds & then come back to me, to THE CREATOR." "Then why did I get late?" "If it was that easy to come back, then why would souls have to come across multiple life cycles." The conversation lasted with a relaxed mindset of mine. The conversation after which my eyes welled up with tears. The tears of realisation that I've come a long way and now it's time to go back to the one & only. How hard it must be for him to see his beings coming to existence & then getting tangled into the materialistic world, forgetting him. Don't we all owe an apology to him? An apology for seeking devotion only when needed help, an apology for not following his instructions, an apology for hurting his creation, an apology for not returning back to him. "I apologise to you, keshav". I'm going back home, will you come with me?
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