Spirituality of My Mother-
(Jitu's composition- Part of Silent Tears)
(Jitu's composition- Part of Silent Tears)
Once participating at an event astir the world of God at Engineers Bhavan, I got to heed a few of people who mouthed on ‘Existence of God’. They outlined Him in technical terms. On asking about the superannuated definition of God, one said,”Whatever you act is not predefined. It is the result of a combining desire and orthogonal influence. Unlike outdated nomenclatures, your actions are not adhered to His desire.”
Spending merely an hour in that location, I bequeathed the castle and boarded the metro train from Pragati Maidan. Standing across the doors on Right hand side in moving direction, we crossed Jhandewalan. A huge Hanuman statue is in that location, unlike all time I turn away, not to bow my head. Giving me an unearthly intuitive feeling my heart said,” Do you call yourself an engineer? These smattering mortals changed your perception on the inside in an hour, that, you gained in last 25 years.”
Reacting quickly, I turned to Hanuman but cosmos had downfall. I was at Tagore garden, and then materialized something which throbbed my legs. My brother’s call permuted the grapheme without becoming something else. “Papa got heart attack, we have to leave immediately for home.”
When I reached home, Papa was on bed and had counted his last breath. Mamma was quite with tears in eyes, sister was crying and relatives were readying for last ceremony. The truth that, all have to nerve was at front end. I had a feeling of hate to God for punishing me for a mere mistake. I didn’t respond to my heart as well.
‘Antim Yatra’ ceremony had to be performed. Priest told my mom to put tika to Papa’s forehead. With tears in eyes, Mamma Speak softly and indistinctly a few mantras, religious text -
Spending merely an hour in that location, I bequeathed the castle and boarded the metro train from Pragati Maidan. Standing across the doors on Right hand side in moving direction, we crossed Jhandewalan. A huge Hanuman statue is in that location, unlike all time I turn away, not to bow my head. Giving me an unearthly intuitive feeling my heart said,” Do you call yourself an engineer? These smattering mortals changed your perception on the inside in an hour, that, you gained in last 25 years.”
Reacting quickly, I turned to Hanuman but cosmos had downfall. I was at Tagore garden, and then materialized something which throbbed my legs. My brother’s call permuted the grapheme without becoming something else. “Papa got heart attack, we have to leave immediately for home.”
When I reached home, Papa was on bed and had counted his last breath. Mamma was quite with tears in eyes, sister was crying and relatives were readying for last ceremony. The truth that, all have to nerve was at front end. I had a feeling of hate to God for punishing me for a mere mistake. I didn’t respond to my heart as well.
‘Antim Yatra’ ceremony had to be performed. Priest told my mom to put tika to Papa’s forehead. With tears in eyes, Mamma Speak softly and indistinctly a few mantras, religious text -
“Chandanam su mahat punyam, Pavitram paap naashanam,
Aapadam harate nityam, Lakshmis-tishthati sarvada.”
Aapadam harate nityam, Lakshmis-tishthati sarvada.”
“Akaal mrityu harnam, Sarva vyadhi vinashanam,
Vishnu salagram padodakam pitva punar janma na vidyate.”
Vishnu salagram padodakam pitva punar janma na vidyate.”
This act of Mamma made all eyes wet. What she had lost, perhaps we didn’t. The lugubriousness and excessive mournfulness she was feeling, perhaps we couldn’t. But she was still spiritual and divine. She was quite and calm. The values in the modern world are still in existence.
