The Lord and His ways.

I am up earlier than usual. It’s close to 5 in the morning, my sleep all gone and am wide awake. Maybe I am just excited about the long day ahead. A lot of things to be done – meeting old school pals, couple of mentors and close teachers, checking out my old hang outs. I lay on my bed waiting for my alarm to go off. At a distance I can hear the hymns from the church and the call for namaz from the mosque go together. It felt great to be back in my room where I spent the major part of my teenage life. Every wall in the room had bits of papers stuck – posters, write-ups, handmade calendars. The place was a mess when I came in last night. Books of my last five years’ education were all over the place. Getting into college excited me a lot that I never bothered to clean up my room. Well, cleaning my room was never a part of my to-do list even when I was jobless let alone when packing for college.
            Am all dressed up, after a quite contending shower, unlike the hurried ones before college. The climate outside was fabulous. It gets sticky towards the middle of the day but at this time of the day it was cool and there was a sign of a crisp wind, just enough to ruffle my hair. It is just ten minutes away from my place. The roads are empty. The whole place is silent except for the occasional noises made by the early buses plying through the road. The usual nostalgic feel hit me hard – birds chirping, smell of the rain – cliché it is but it does help bring up the mood. Certain things can only be appreciated when you have experienced the opposite. After spending a long time in a place filled with smokes and vehicles and your life being busy and noisy, it didn’t take a long while for me to appreciate where I was right now.
       I have always wanted to write about this place I was going to – this temple. I first came to this temple around 7 years back. It was just a small structure and not many worshippers came here then. This temple was one of those which were owned by the rulers of the place ages back. So the history says that every royal family got to keep their own temple where no one from outside was allowed to enter. It was strictly for the benefit of the royal family and only they were allowed to offer prayers there. As time went by, royal families diminished and they found it hard to maintain the temples on their own. There were no more royal families or their temples. Such temples were opened for all. This was the latest temple to be opened for public in such a way.
              As I near the temple, I walk through the memory lane. It reminded me of the times when I used to speed down in my bicycle, how I used to rush here before I go to school for my major exams. This temple has got me going through the hardest times. The walls and pillars know me better than my family maybe. They have seen my struggle with my inner-self, with my insecurities, with my fears. They have heard many things that no one in my life has ever heard from me. The Lord of this temple with whom I have confided many of my secrets has always been there performing miracles for me.
        This temple has grown into what it is today. Now it has a wide footpath running around it, a nicely finished paint job, beautiful mural sculptures on the wall, and a big framed image of the proposed design of the renovated temple. There aren’t many people when I went in, maybe a bit too early for the regular folks. Just a couple of old women and an old gentleman. The manager of the temple is amused to see me. He does his usual round of enquiries – my college and the place and how long it has been since I paid a visit. Although things have changed around here the L
ord hasn’t. The same all-knowing smile and the same gracious look that could drown all your worries.
         All my atheists friends have asked me how one could connect to a lifeless figure or a statue and my answer was always the same. Its way easier to connect to a statue than all the other living beings.
I sit there for a while talking to Him, as though two old friends catching up after a long time. I could hear one of the old ladies chanting a long Sanskrit prayer slowly. I head back to home. On my way back I realize that all our wishes die soon and we find ourselves back where we started with a new set of wishes. I was here few years back wishing to get into the college where I am studying now. And when I am almost done with it am back here again. While I have changed a lot of my beliefs and thoughts why couldn’t I ever forget this small temple? Is my greed the reason why I am here today or is it the Lord’s way of keeping me closer to Him? Well I guess I’ll never know.


2 thoughts on “The Lord and His ways.

  1. I loved this ramble through the memories, the walk, the conversation with Him, and I understood. No matter that people do not understand, all it needs is for you to do or find faith in what you do /have 🙂
    Btw, had you come to school a few days ago? I was told a former student wanted to meet me, and I was tied up with the Speaking Test for one of the classes!
    I hope I’ll be excused if so 🙂

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