always were and will always be. Perhaps, these reasons keep us grounded. Don't they?
men pray to retain their titles,
A poor man tries
to survive his daily battles,
privileged kid pleads for a PSP,
A child in
a slum dreams of a bicycle out of his reach,
prays to top the test,
for his child, wants the best.
their hands and chant mantras,
down and offer a prayer,
swirl and some keep silent.
to pray differ but the motto/intention remains the same: To connect to the entity that
provides peace, strength and security.
everyone else, I have always had my own reasons to pray. However, the intensity
and the reasons have changed from time to time.
me, at the age of 5, meant folding my hands and closing my eyes for 10 seconds.
At the 11th second, the curiosity in me, residing restlessly, would coerce
me to open an eye to catch a glimpse of the people around. It always made me
wonder what brought them there, what went through their minds. Little did I
know that life is more than watching my favorite cartoon, getting an A in a
class test and eating a chocolate that made my life seem perfect to me.
crept in. Expectations from life started growing. The favorite cartoon turned
into a video game a friend was gifted with, the joy of being appreciated on getting
an A in a class test turned into a competition. Innocent joys were replaced by
things especially the ones possessed by others. Reasons pretty much remained the
same but the intentions and the intensity changed.
of being judged, of failure, of trying to fit in took center stage. It led to
an avalanche of reasons to pray. Getting good grades was, by now, an obsession,
the dress I had seen on a mannequin and had promised myself to lay my hands on,
being noticed by the guy I had a crush on. The list was endless.
At 20: A moment of realization
one fine day, the realization dawned upon me. It was a moment of enlightenment that
changed my life forever. I was praying in my usual way. It has always been a direct conversation with Him. A voice whispered in my ears.
crept in and…
up the buried,
me to my worth.
when I realized...
always watched me...
when I realized...
with the lonesome me,
me in a cocoon unseen,
in my ears all the blessings.
(Addressed to God)
occurred to me that God is all around and knows what is best for me. Since that
day, I pray not for the things I need or want to achieve. I thank him every
morning for the roof over my head, the food in my plate, the air to breathe and a
healthy heart, a family that cares and someone who will love me till the end of