A journey to.....

Well today….I have been to yadigirigutta, a sacred place of Lord Laksmi Narasimha. You can find the significance and history of this sacred place at the site http://www.yadagirigutta.in/significance.aspx

The journey is a collection of various emotions and scenes clubbed in there. Obviously the first thing when one has to look for is the transportation means, and since a distance so 48km cannot be traveled on a bike that too on the constraint that your mother is scared about sitting on bikes, we had to go for the cheapest and best transportation in A.P. the APSRTC, name so big services so wide but always the ground rule never expect any bus on time….and I just forgot that and we waited for an hour nothing to do and waited enough, we had decided to reach our destination faster by changing two or three buses ( from KPHB>Upppal and then Uppal>Yadigirigutta).

It took almost 2.5 hours to reach the temple, not a bad thing. Now the story begins having entered the premises of lord Lakshmi Narasimha, I was just startled to see so many things changed, ofcourse things are meant to change. So we started searching for the Dharma(Free) Darshan (seeing god) and the special VIP darshans ranging from 25-100.

As it was already too late we had to choose some darshan apart from the free one, so we opted for 100 one and guess what you get 2 laddus free(in year2009). You get in line and voila in 15minutes your darshan is done. And the folks who cannot afford so much 100 even in the year 2009 go for free darshan and had to slog for 5 hours in que. Well I think even god knows whom to see, when to see, how to see …he just see’s and see’s coz he is god and see’s everything is our belief.

Well people it was always said that small happiness’s last longer and give us a moment of bliss so probably this could be the reason of you being dragged out of core temple premises when you finally reach there to let your wishes before the almighty, there is another logic there added to it, everyone starts asking a list of wishes standing before god if given enough time for each which means the next person had to wait longer implies number of people getting out are less than coming in and then it’s a chaos.

I never get angry if someone grabs me and pulls me out when I stand for hours together in que and finally reach the temple to see the lord, coz I never ask any wishes as I already do at my home and only when fulfilled I start to temple, that’s a nice piece of idea everyone can adapt, if you think someone did not give time to let your wishes to be put before god. See god is now pleased for being so good to others.

Having blessed by god and seen him for sufficient time, well I am blessed in height so I can watch god for longer than others when I enter the Mukha Dwaram(main doors) itself. we went to collect Prasad, as always ladies have quota in the Prasad line too and their que is almost a third less than ours, so mother joined it and I sat down under the shade in front of the counter.

I saw three children playing, a small girl (3years of age), other girl( 7 years of age), and a boy (5 years of age) playing with balloons. They just are so happy by hitting the ballon back and again by pulling the elastic thread tied to the balloons.

The small girl was enjoying so much and was so lost that finally in the emotional battle of “thread and balloon” thread won and balloon was burst out leaving the winner (Thread) in her hand, well the most funniest part and sorriest part is when you look at her face at that time, a mixed emotion I call, of loosing the balloon from her side and funny to us, of her blank expression and stiff body due to the sound of balloon burst.
It did not lost for long she again started asking her brothers balloon and he is so nice that each of them shared the time with balloon.

They just were playing and I recollected.. whirl into flash back tuiiii tuiiiii tuiiiii as in movies….my childhood in black and white where I was totally opposite I used to think what was inside I used to examine the elastic thread and the balloon and the slight noisy sounds of sand grains in the balloon when we shake it.

Then I understood I was so stupid, instead of enjoying it I started analyzing it, I laughed at my own child in me at that time in the stupendously stupid manner. Some things in life had to be just enjoyed, we should never analyze them, you start analyzing things you keep missing what most pretty things life gives to you in free. And some moments and people we meet cannot be present again so never lose anything you feel don’t loosing as
You might not get it back when you search for them.

Well a journey is worth a mile books read, is true I felt. You just observe and many things can be seen where you never would have imagined in your grey matter through books.

Well the humor is of course bound to happen when one goes on a journey, while way back. I happen to over hear the conversation between two college students, in fact let me call two folks of my age, as you see I look much younger than them. Sometimes you never know what is true and lie when you read books.

A lady entered our bus she is so fair, infact it’s a disease due to which she is so white and that’s their topic of discussion.
Chap 1: Hey look at her man she is so white
Chap 2: idiot, its not her color it’s the disease
Chap 1: oh, yeah its anemia
Chap 2: ha ha, I know the answer, keep guessing and I will tell you what it is.
Chap 1: oh yeah, its anemia only due to lack of iron in her blood, she is so white
Chap 2: No, dude its not that.
Chap 1: you know what it is, why don’t you tell?
Chap 2: yeah, its melanin disease, due to absence of melanin in her blood she is so white
Chap 1: huu, I think even Michael Jackson was so white right
Chap 2: yes, he did has this melanin problem after he changed his sex.
Chap 1: oh, that was bad.

And the conversation turned to different thing. Now first of all please excuse me as I almost forgot what exactly the disease name is, associated with the women after hearing the conversation, let me Google it, yeah its albinism and secondly I just want to see them as they sat back to me before I leave. I am sure Michael Jackson was so white coz he had plastic surgery done and not any transgender problem. Now there are so many problems one can chat on daily and you can just relish it, if you quietly sit and listen to them, provided you don’t get overridden by their perceptions and finally what the truth is unlike me and start Google’ing it