For I am a bit of agnostic it really takes a rare occasion or a lot of force and sometimes blackmailing to make me visit a temple. And after all this consider if I go to any temple, for me it’s more of an entertainment than finding peace or divinity. My Theist friends please be considerate, as this post is not at all to hurt your feelings but to tell everyone about what my eyes searches there.
In these abode of divinity my eyes keeps scanning the people there. A weird thing which happens with me always is I start connecting with people around deeply more than an expected profound deep connect with the god almighty in temple. I keep observing the crowd where many are smiling, many silent, many eyes from which the tears rolls down silently, many mouth which keeps chanting, many talking, eating prasadam, many performing rituals, many hands folded, many eyes closed but beyond all these different expressions and actions the only common thing is “hope”. A hope of being heard, a hope of being answered, a hope of being forgiven, a hope of blessing, a hope of strength, so many forms of hope, all under one roof.
Just not these you can as well see many other emotions, ego, anger, frustration, tension, like any other place it prevails here as well. Ego of performing a ritual right, ego of knowledge, ego of wealth, Anger on each other, anger on self, frustration and tension for every delayed thing. As I continue to observe the same things on my every visit I am reassured that the Temple is a place one must visit regularly not for any divine blessings or magic in life but for sure this place makes one really humble as you will get to see and learn the real value of life through so many eyes there.
Sitting here and typing about my experience, my mind wanders again among those chants, laughter, noise, rhythmic hymns, scent of incandescent, warmth of camphor, moisture below the feet, folded hands and closed eyes, I am yet again reassured life is so beautiful and this gives us so many more reasons to live life fully to see and be among all these.
Call it divinity or call it a rush of emotions in my confused mind, a tear dropped down from my eyes as I stepped out and I must accept I did find enchanting Peace between muttering chants, folded hands and closed eyes.