My First Experience of Something Unexplainable

Some examples in life does leave an indelible mark etched in our minds that it becomes difficult to make distinction between the real and the imaginary. Some things are never explained or can be explained with minimal evidence in place.

I was in Class X and we had planned a trip to Sabarimala, the abode of Lord Ayyappa. I had heard a lot about the temple since it happens to be one of the most visited pilgrimage center in Kerala. And many of our relatives would go every now and then.

Actually, in order to go to Sabarimala, everyone has to take a vratam of 41 days of piousness and sanctity in out body and mind. We have to take bath twice a day and ensure that we have everything taken afresh. There is a custom of putting a Mala, which when put, we are ought to be called "Swami", which means that we are equal to Lord Ayyappa.

Swamis are supposed to wear black dress and while venturing into Sabarimala, have to keep Erumudeketta (a mixture of coconuts - filled with Ghee and rice) on their heads. Logistics would bring us to the foot of Pamba river, where the devotees have to take bath and then start the 5 km journey uphill to Sabarimala.

The serenity and the naturedness around makes you come out of the hues and cries of the commercial plastic world. We had the glimpse of Lord Ayyappa after a long hiatus of 4 hours in queue.  After resting a while, we were coming down slowly. But just at that time I felt that I am about to miss something.

My mind and my heart was experiencing something that I am coming out of something very divine and complete. I said to myself that if at all I will get a chance in my life, I would definitely come back and visit the place.

Years passed and it was almost 6 years after this silent promise which I made to myself, which was forgotten in the times memory. Once when we were visiting Kerela, my parents went to an astrologer to enquire about their children's future.

After coming home, my mom asked me something which brought goose pimples on me. I was shaken from top to bottom. She asked, "Did you ever promise to yourself that you would go to Sabarimala any time in your life".

I was taken aback. The promise which I had taken to myself was known to the outside world. It seems the astrologer had told that I had done a promise that I would come back to Sabarimala. The promise which I had done came back to me along with the serenity and the feelings which I had longed to be cherished, came back to me.

I humbly said "Yes, you are right Ma" to my mom. That was my first instance of experiencing something which was to be called, a divine explanation of the Supreme. I am not sure whether people would believe me or not. But this was something which I experienced and did not had any logical reason to suffice that there is no God.

Since then, I had visited Sabarimala 3 times and believe in God being omnipresent, the nearest being We, within Us.

Elegance and Pride In The Middle Of The Road

Ever since I had set my foot into my new bike, I am now more aware of the traffic signals and is more responsive towards the light turning green, yellow and red. Not to mention the mamu's who are always there to make note that everyone is following their rules and sometimes their rules.

Anyways, in all this traffic snarls, I also became conscious of another usual or rather unusual appearance of a gigantic figure : Buffaloes and Goats. Many a times, herd of buffaloes are enough to make our already jammed roads get more entangled. Forget the horns - these super cool herd would be so non-distracted by anything that come-what-may, they move at their own speed and ease.

Sometimes, it would be a feisty sight to look one or two of this gigantic self's sitting in the middle of the roads as if they are diverting the vehicles on board. Of course, they are dangerous for the people who ply on the roads but these guys dont budge a bit, be it a 2 wheeler or 4 wheeler or for that sake any wheelers.

Today morning, I found a goat sitting on the seat of Honda Activa parked beside my vehicle. For a moment I felt as if some one was actually about to drive the vehicle. The slowness and the grace with which she moved down the Activa made me smile and she walked past me as if nothing happened and everything was normal.

An Instant Righteous

When it comes to doing the right thing at the right time for the right purpose to the right extent with the right people, most of us do flounder on expected occasions.

While commuting from my home to my office in the 147 bus, a bike driver fell down on applying sudden brakes for not being able to adjust himself on sudden change in traffic colour lights to Red. He was struggling to get up. Just then an auto driver beside to him got down down from his vehicle, helped the bike rider get up, asked whether he is fine and then came back to his driver seat.

Exactly at that moment, as though God was operating the traffic signals, it turned green. Everyone left the scene and very few would have seen the instant act of nobleness.

Such acts of helping and caring for an unknown person is what makes me think that brotherhood is still there around us which helps us feel good about ourselves being a part of this beautiful world - sometimes it is evident and sometimes it is not.

An Episode To Remember

When was the last time you had experienced a feeling of content and bliss within yourself. When was the last time you smiled by seeing something so wondrous that you felt, Wow this is something which is a perfect moment to live and see on.

I was going to my office by catching the usual 10H bus. I got the seat after a steady rigmarole of seat-occupying situations. I was gaping through the usual actions / events happening in the main road as the bus drove to my destination.

There was this Madhapur junction before a bus stop. Red traffic lights made all the conveyances stood still. Usually its quite difficult to cross the roads during the peak time i.e. 9 to 11 AM

A father and son (perhaps 5 year old) duo rushed between the rock solid cars/buses and reached the divider. Both ran together hand-in-hand and on reaching the divider, the son was so excited as if he had achieved a great milestone in his life.

The boy looked at his father with a content smile and the father acknowledged him too. Both waited to cross the other side of the road as my bus started off. And the contentment on the faces of the duo brought a ready smile on my face, for no reasons as such but it felt good and perfect to have witnessed the whole episode.

Rather I was feeling bliss and content on my own. Perhaps I have the habit of looking at the simplicity of the events, but it did showed an array of traits like faith, learning and sense of achievement among the real life actors and the audience, one of them being Me