Wednesday, May 25, 2011

My visualisation of God.......

Our thoughts and beliefs; normative, interactive, cognitive or psychic are shaped and moulded in due course of time by our parents, the circle of people we come across in the society in which we are being brought up and the education we get. When a child for the first time asks it's mother about the identity of God, the mother points out towards an image which she believes on as God. The child's innocence also accepts all what her mother says as the ultimate truth.This seeding of belief in the child makes it a theist, a believer. 

My mother and grand mother used to tell me a lot of mythological stories about different incarnations of lord Vishnu in my childhood. The heroic characters of Sri Visnu made mind love him as the supreme creator and protector. I heard form my mother that Lord Visnu whom we worship as Jagannath helps those who surrender in distress and also he comes in many forms to help the one who calls him in utmost devotion. Then I was a small girl who studied in class- 5 in an Oriya medium school which was near about half kilometer away from our home. I usually accompanied with my friends while going to school and coming from school back home. While going with friends I faced no difficulty in crossing the Grand road (Bada daanda) which always remained busy with different types of traffic. But one sunny day I was alone to go home. That day there was heavy traffic of vehicles, I was waiting eagerly for the flow of vehicles to stop or slow down. But that didn't happen. Poor me after standing for near about half an hour carrying the heavy school bag, became nervous and hapless. Tears rolled on my cheek uncontrolled. I was too hungry and tired, but didn't ask for help from passers by as my parents told me not to talk with unknown persons. I stared towards lord Jagannath temple which was visible from where I stood. In my mind asked for help, and told.....you have to come to help me cross and reach opposite side of the road......Suddenly from the opposite end, a giant person in yellow attire came to me. Mildly he carried my hand and lead me to the other side. Before I could thank him, he vanished some where....to my utter surprise. It was my first visualisation of God...... I was carried away with great joy because it was first victory of my belief. I learned having faith on my belief......


Perception takes forms or shapes as per one's desire or requirement. Clouds float in open sky; different people see it differently. A farmer sees the desired rainfall in it, a bike rider assess the probability of his using rain coat that day, a child gets amused of a beautiful weather and dreams of floating paper boats, a poet sees a topic of his poems, an artist sees an art and a philosopher sees presence of divine in it. If a stone lies in a river bank, it is said to be a natural object which can be used as a building material or can be carved to make a statue. When a person puts sandalwood paste, kumkum and flowers on it, it becomes an icon of God whom we bow down. It is the perception which works as the belief. Here I am putting a beautiful story of a boy who wanted to see God......



"Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew, it was a long trip to where God lived. So he packed his suitcase with a bottle of milk and loafs of bread. He started his journey. When he had gone a few blocks from home, met with an old man. The old man was sitting in the park near the water just staring at some birds. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a sip of milk, noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him a bread. The old man gratefully accepted that and smiled at him. His smile was so incredible that the boy wanted to see that again, so he offered him some milk to drink. Once again, he smiled at him. The boy was delighted...... They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realised how tired he was, and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around and ran back to the old man and gave him a hug. The old man gave him his biggest smile ever. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked her son: "What did you do today that made you so happy?" The child replied: "I had lunch with God. " But before his mother could respond, he added; " You know what, He has got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!!!! Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and asked: "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied: " I ate bread in the park with God." But before his son responded, he added; " You know, he is so cute and loving beyond my expectation." .........



The image of Lord Jagannath is so much convoluted with the social life of Puri that people think him more as a member of their families than God. Me too personally felt he is there being a part of my pleasure and sorrow. Like a compassionate friend he listened all that I confabbed. Never complained if I made him responsible for what I had lost.... I wanted ultimately to surrender my agonies, my grief, my inabilities........ and when I am given up, nothing is left with me..... even not me myself..... two drops of tears fall down, not through loosing but gaining; gaining all what even I didn't expect. Gaining a new vision, a vision of oneness, every time being in touch with his round eyes... I used to accompany my grand mother for near about twenty years to Lord Jagannath temple every alternate days. She was climbing the twenty two steps (Baaisi Paabachha) of Nilasaila holding my wrist., cause she had pain in her back. Lord Jagannath mayhap wanted both of us to be together, climbing the steps of salvation creating a purport bondage between both of us for lives together.

One day people were talking that Lord Jagannath was to dress as Nagarjuna, that year I remember was 1993. I wanted to see lord Jagannath in that attire as many of my friends were going. But my grandparents never let me go to crowded places. So they denied. That very morning I had a beautiful dream fulfilling my desire. I never did see Lord Jagannath's Nagarjuna attire before I had the dream. In that dream, I was alone in the main temple starring at constantly my dearest Lord and his magnificent image. My grandmother passed away in the year 2004 out of heart stroke at the age of 63. All the family members gathered at her home for tenth day of departure. One among my aunts was singing a devotional song of Srikrishna so beautifully that I was lost. Suddenly, I could not feel anything else beside odour of sandalwood, camphor, and Tulsi, I was totally lost somewhere beyond expression. When I got normal, cried aloud. All thought it differently but that was something else which made me more aware and matured in life...... I always feel blessed being showered with love and compassion of the people in my surrounding and for the beauties of nature my eyes can behold to make me aware of his presence all the time......

                                                             
                                    

2 comments:

  1. dear Bijaylaxmi

    You are blessed. True, a believer feels near and dear with the Lord. And that's with unconditional belief.
    Your account of badadanda crossing is astonishing and moving.

    best
    hrushikesha

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  2. Respected Sir

    Thanks a lot for commenting. We all feel His presence in so many ways...

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