It was a bad day. Work was monotonous in office. There were awful traffic jams and I had to walk for a good distance and was getting really irritated with the whole thing. I had an urge to get home ASAP. That’s when I thought that I might start thinking about my next blog post and it occurred to me that I can blog about the traffic of Bangalore(which, by the way, is awful) and also prepared a draft of it mentally. That’s when I stumbled and almost fell. I sent a silent complaint to heaven “O God, why such a terrible day ?!”
It then striked that hey, I can write about my God!
My belief in God is rather strange (others say so, while I find it quite logical). I am always reminded of the words of my moral science teacher in school. She had once said that “Life is too short to understand God, so try to be closer to Him every moment. God is omnipresent and limitless.”
This is the crux of my belief in God.
I am not a temple freak, I can connect with Him better in my own room. And as luck (or rather God) would have it, I am married in a family who belongs to Arya Samaj, which does not believe in idol worship and it helps me to understand God in a better way. However, even before my marriage, my conversations with Him have been very casual. When I was in Pune, on my way to office, there was a small temple on the corner of a road, and India being a land of temples was occupied for a good part of the day. And I made it a point to greet Him. But some days, the journey to office was very frustrating with traffic jams and buses running late. One such day, I was not feeling too well, I shot a prayer to Him “Give me a comfortable ride to office” and I traveled like a queen that day! I then made a point to say this to Him every day. Not that everyday I got a seat or the bus was never delayed. But then when I couldn't get a seat, the weather would be so nice that I would forget all about it. A few days later, one of my roommates shifted to my project and I got a company to travel to office everyday. So each day, He answered my prayer in His own sweet way.
Some days, He answers my prayers in the nick of time. I can see “His involvement” when the electricity is back when I ask. Or He sends a bus within 10 minutes that I have waited as He knows that my patience level is a bit low. Or He stops the rains when we had to go for a movie. Or I suddenly recall the exact location of a particular thing, which I had kept and forgot all about it and was getting mad searching for it everywhere. I can think of a zillion things where He had done the right thing at a right time.
I don’t believe in fasting and performing pujas to please Gods. When my friends tell me keep some money when I take the arti. I do it, because I don’t want to get into debates there, but in the bottom of my heart, I know that God does not need these change coins. I feel that its like we give money in return of His blessings.
I believe in Him in my own way, and for some, it borders on being irreligious.
But one of my friends says that my belief in God makes her believe in Him J
