Tomorrow may prove to be an eventful day in my life. My parents have arranged for a hawan at our home. I am not a religious sort, but feel excited. Though I simply detest smoke filled rooms and applying red smear on forehead, such small ceremonies have made me realise the importance of some elements in one’s life.
The rituals start with mantras that are recited till the end. I barely understand even a word. But in some way or the other, it spreads a positive energy all around.
The societal aspect of such rituals is gradually making a considerable difference in my perspective. I do not remember when I sat with my father last and we did not bicker. My contemporary rebellious notions prove to be a source of difference of opinion between us. However, during hawans we sit beside each other, chant the same mantras, and tell the beads of rosary. In the end, I touch feet of all my elders present that I normally never attempt. Just a ‘namaskaar’ from a safe distance solves the purpose.
Such rituals gather heavy crowds at our small home. My father has a peculiar habit of inviting everyone in the neighborhood, especially the poor children. They hesitatingly come, never sit and remain standing in some corner, staring at everything in the house with curiosity. They seem to be afraid and move carefully. Being
the eldest of siblings, I am assigned the responsibility of distributing sweets.
Those little dusty bare hands stretch themselves so much in order to grab the maximum. When I look at them, I feel grateful to the Almighty for making me a privileged one. During normal days, I never pay any heed to such poor creatures and their plight. Perhaps time now for me to change my attitude!
I am not certain about the changes in myself but certainly think that my feelings for others is fast strengthening. Tomorrow may be an eventful day, and who knows what I would feel then!