Chouti is here again and my son ate as if Ganesha got into him to taste all the dishes. All of us were literally agape as he tasted everything in front of him, in decent quantity that too. As I write, he's going for another helping of the payasa. Great! In fact, Lord Ganesha is a favourite of his and our main door is filled with sketches of the God and some quotes about him.
Quite a few things made and eaten today; Kadubu, payasa, panchakajjaya, poori(accidentally), banana halva and vade along with the regular food. It makes me happy just to think what more others must be making!!
Sometimes I wonder if I believe in God just so that he should be helping me when I need it. People fast, go to another end of the world for pilgrimage, indulge in other physical hardships but I never feel like doing any of them. If God were to judge his devotees by any of these paramaters, I'm going to fail very much. I do pray to him, imagine him saying certain things to me and feel that he is part of my conscience, one who makes me feel guilty when I do wrong.
I remember the first time I believed in the existence of God very well; I was six year old then. We were returning from my mother's place to BCR after our summer holidays and as usual my father wasn't there. V was only a year old, the boat was ferrying us towards Taribagilu and we had a big sack of coconuts and a tin can of coconut oil to carry apart from our usual bag. We were getting late already, we had about 2 miles to reach Honnavar after reaching the shore and if we missed the 9 o'clock bus, we would have to wait for another half an hour at least. It was then that my visibly nervous mother asked me to pray to God, asking for help. Of course I did; I prayed to Lord Rama as I was told and asked him to make sure that there was an auto ready to take us to the bus-stand the moment we got down from the boat. I wasn't sure then if someone really heard it but when we reached the shore, there it was, an auto, just like I asked for!! I can relive the feeling of exultation and reverence that filled my heart then and I'm a fan of Lord Rama ever since.
Quite a few things made and eaten today; Kadubu, payasa, panchakajjaya, poori(accidentally), banana halva and vade along with the regular food. It makes me happy just to think what more others must be making!!
Sometimes I wonder if I believe in God just so that he should be helping me when I need it. People fast, go to another end of the world for pilgrimage, indulge in other physical hardships but I never feel like doing any of them. If God were to judge his devotees by any of these paramaters, I'm going to fail very much. I do pray to him, imagine him saying certain things to me and feel that he is part of my conscience, one who makes me feel guilty when I do wrong.
I remember the first time I believed in the existence of God very well; I was six year old then. We were returning from my mother's place to BCR after our summer holidays and as usual my father wasn't there. V was only a year old, the boat was ferrying us towards Taribagilu and we had a big sack of coconuts and a tin can of coconut oil to carry apart from our usual bag. We were getting late already, we had about 2 miles to reach Honnavar after reaching the shore and if we missed the 9 o'clock bus, we would have to wait for another half an hour at least. It was then that my visibly nervous mother asked me to pray to God, asking for help. Of course I did; I prayed to Lord Rama as I was told and asked him to make sure that there was an auto ready to take us to the bus-stand the moment we got down from the boat. I wasn't sure then if someone really heard it but when we reached the shore, there it was, an auto, just like I asked for!! I can relive the feeling of exultation and reverence that filled my heart then and I'm a fan of Lord Rama ever since.
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