Ganapathy Bappa Morya....
Mangal Murthi Morya....
Undhir Mama ki jai...
These were the words that rang loud and clear in my ears for the last three days on my trip to Ashtavinayak.Ashtavinayak is a tour that covers eight ganpathy temples in Maharashtra in and around Pune.
Eight Temples in three days!!!! My My thats some change in me I thought as I sat in the bus going from temple to temple.
What made me run to these temples?
Where were my convictions that I needed no God to look after me.
Where was the Priya who used to proclaim that God was a concept needed only by the emotionally weak?
Had I changed into a weak person?
Had I become dependant on unknown forces for things to move?
Where was the me that believed that everyhting in life is self motivated and all actions are a result of one's thoughts?
where was the radical me that poohpoohed any religious jargon?
Where was the practical me who laughed throught prayers when my mom asked me recite them?
Where was the intellectual me that ridiculed my freinds when they prayed to score well in the exams ?
Where was the pragmatic me that said that all these rules and regualations were meant not to enhance one spiritually but to tie one's freedom down?
What happened to the me who thought that Gods and their powers worked only in Amar chitra Kathas ?
Where ,I thought,I searched within and without and i got only one answer.
I had vanished into a mother...........
