Heap of Faith

Can too much of faith in something, make you demanding and impatient? Can too much of faith also make you mechanical? More so, can too much of faith make you restless in wait of results, for which you're holding onto the faith. If we unravel this, the answer would probably be a 'yes'!

Wait reap sweeter results. 

Discussing this with a friend and pondering more on this particular thought while driving back. I'm thinking aloud.

Well, for my friend's aunt, her life wouldn't be complete until she settles down, ah! precisely gets married. Her aunt leaves no stone un-turned in making her feel guilty of her single-hood with each passing day. She (her alleged Aunt) would go to any extent to make it happen. She who always believed in karma all her life, is now making her visit temples, arranging all sorts of puja for her.

"I mean, the aunt is doing all this for the guy who would live with her. To me, everybody seems more excited for him, entering in her life than her's years' long existence in theirs. She is telling her to keep innumerable fasts and now her last faith-card is to make her wear an inanimate object on her finger, which according to me demands a gigantic rock of solitaire!" 

Here I know, she is not shying away from all this. Definitely not because, that she believe in all this or that she has given-in to her aunt's current belief. But, I believe the only fact which presumably keeps her unfazed through all this, is that all her life, my friend has predominantly believed, "If something has to happen it will happen". It will make its way, when it’s destined to, irrespective of all the array of efforts one does, did or even chose not to."

If her aunt wants to pursue this superstition via her, I think, she will succeed. Again, if all this makes her happy, I know my dear friend, would definitely do it. People have different ways to show their gratitude to the above. And my friend respect hers. 

But what about her happiness? What about the respect of my friend's decision, which states 'waiting patiently for things to happen and not rush.'

Sigh! "What doesn't make me happy, that all this while my precious friend has forgotten that if that happens, it won't occur because of these superstitious moves of her Aunt, about which she's getting worried right now, but it will happen only, because something some up there has already planned it to happen." Hence, my friend needs to trust life with all her heart, to do good back to her.

Adding to the threads of my fleeting after-thought, I believe it holds quiet true for almost everybody, when something finally happens for which they've have waited for long, they tend to forget, what they've faced in that hour of need, before that desirable need was filled. It's more like, till the time we want something, we keep that wish, in our prayers everyday. As soon as, it's granted, we even conveniently forget to thank HIM. However, we sweep all the credit on our side, by assuming, It was us who made things happen, that - we stood strong, we did that puja, we wore those colorful stones, which landed us with yearned results. Rather, it was Mr. 'HIM' who ensured that we stand tall and strong. 'He' was with us when we thought we were alone.

I see her, gather herself post this vent-out. So, I close, the phone-call discussion with her by saying, that things do happen. Everything you want will surely happen. But in its own destined sweet-time. Till then laugh your way through the impatient wait. :)

Panning the frame on me, I am aware, I can't showcase my faith on the almighty by lighting diyas in the nearby temple. But I have his light of belief shining in me every day. And that is my definition of believing in something or someone. You don't have to prove it any time, in fact you got to just unconditionally believe in it all-the-while and all-the-time. 

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Working Saturdays!

Waking up hastily as my alarm rings and realizes its 8 in the morning... As I reach to turn it off, I realized its a bright Saturday morning.. Even birds will start to chirp in a while. As I have worked hard all five days and thus need rest...

But how come my company makes us work one-extra day and make us impatiently drool for just one day 'Sunday' which decides its exit before I even realize its auspicious arrival... 

So much made its way on my mind, while rubbing my eyes I reach out to the bathroom... The mirror on the wall disapprovingly shows a pale face, un-brushed hair falling on wrinkled eyes crying out for some more sleep and a good relaxed breakfast afterwards concluding with some shopping or relaxed hours with family and friends...

 I run to my room as I could not look more at myself... This common cold has made me look uncommonly dull... I need rest... Yes I do... Oh my god! I feel a pimple on my nose.. No way I would go to office like this... But, what on earth will make my manager understand that some offs doesn't come with explanations... Text sent... beep... beep... 'OK'... These two letters came as a relaxed breeze as I try to sleep again without any intentions of getting up anytime sooner...

Nothing seems to work for my clogged-muddy nose... I sneeze I say sorry, the echo of 'god bless you' has also faded as this common cold has now become a pretty common affair for everyone at my place since morning... Maa! lemon will make me cough more why don't you understand... Its good... pee jayo... Voila! this green-lemon tea has worked, perfect aroma made its way to my glumpy nose by lanes. The touch of honey and lemon soothe my 'all-night-coughed throat'.... 

As I pick newspaper and reach out to switch on the television I sense in a thought that my day-off is rushing past. My phone rings, Its Shweta... Oye! good morning ladki, office kyun nahi aayi? Yeah Shwe! caught bad cold. what you doing ? hahhaa... so you petting your tired throat... shut up, whatever! Click!

Evening, and I feel better. Its beautiful when it rains, something in me smiles like a kid when these droplets makes their way from temple to closed eyes and beneath... I feel a cold rush under my spine.... sneeze... sneeze.. my feet froze... refused to move as I stare at the droplets fall from the sky and mixing themselves with the ground in many smaller differentiated droplets.

I run towards the shed as the rain starts to act heavy. My mind echoes a question 'Are we all also like these little droplets, trying to make our mark, scared of getting lost in the crowd... losing our identity with so many people around. Do we also appear beautiful to others... Do others also admire us like we do these little rain drops.' 

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