The Materialism and the worship of the Goddess Durga.
The universe returns and comes home to its origins. Perhaps, one day we will burn through the facade and realize the truth which is held beyond.
I am dumbfounded… A barren house, covered with creepers… Pure dirt. And yet, a single group of Kaashful flowers (Catkin flowers) have made their home in that.
I didn’t notice it. Radha told me about it through the video call.
She is like the Nature.
Pure and serene… fragile and yet one of the strongest woman I’ve met.
It’s Durga Puja… Obviously. It comes once a year. Goddess Durga takes a vacation (learn more 🙂) from her heavenly abode from her hubby and comes down to spend time with us the puny mortals.
I have stopped believing… No, putting my faith (that’s more appropriate) in these human made idols of gods and goddess a long time ago.
And yet, there is something.
There is this energy and aura which makes me bow down. And I bow my head low.
I’m at awe on the fact that how much trust and belief all my fellow humans put in these (technically) human made gods.
Durga was made through the powers of all the Gods. To beat the demon Mahishasura.
She wasn’t meant to be worshipped.
None of the Gods were meant to be worshipped.
They were and are worshipped because of
our love or,
our fear or,
perhaps due to the rituals which were ingrained in the centuries old systems of society.
Durga… the feminine character still rises above amongst all the male gods which gave her the best of their power. There is a different look in the best of the idols which I have observed.
Back then, I used to write very small compared 😅 to what I write now… I found this. And it’s amusing to realize that I’m writing on the same topic after 2 years… And oh yeah… I used to use a lot of emojis as well…
No one would read my posts but still I used to write 3 times a week. Didn’t know about SEO back then 😅
Well… things are tensed. You look in her eye. And if you can look through, you will notice there is an immense dominating power beyond those mortal-made eyes.
Full of contrasts…
Eyes which have the power to caress merely by beholding the person and at the same time… they have the power to penetrate deep down through the innermost fear of its enemies.
Krishna was full of contrasts too… Just like Nature… unending and yet unchanging… through and through. aeons and aeons.
See this video and you will know :)
The sky has a charm. Of course it is a part of the nature. Sometimes, I feel like I could just watch these skies, clouds roaming past, birds flying all day… from journey of the bright dew which makes its way on the leaves till the night swallows the day and the colour starts from light blue to the gradient of little red and blueish black.
I had started a group…
it’s name was Speedcubers of Kalyani, we have around 30 cubers who can solve the Rubik’s cube and they all belong from my hometown, Kalyani 🙂.
This Durga Puja, I thought of making a gathering at the Central Park of our hometown. So I created a poll and then, we decided to come on Saptami, the 7th day, 11am… cube in the pandal and have fun, chit-chat, etc.
We had a lot of fun. I solved 3x3 blindfolded in public and my time was 1 minute 32 seconds. All of them were WOW! 😁
Anyways, after spending an hour, we went to the Arun ice cream shop and had ice cream. On the way, I talked a friend of mine named Sushmit. And it turns out that he was the son of the principal ma’am, in whose school, my little sis studied in Kindergarten.
He is playing the keyboard for like 9 years and has a 88 keys. 88keys is a big thing for me. Because a nice 88 keys would cost around 60-70k. That’s my father’s current salary now, in 2023.
His family is amazing. Nicely educated. Fantastic home. Good environment. No lack of money. Pride… and a lot of amazing things.
It’s good to see that so many good things were in a single home. 😊
At the dinner table,
I compared… Of course, I’m aware of all the thoughts that I let inside my mind to ponder upon… I compared my conditions. And I can’t help to feel diminished.
But the alter mind interrupts… I failed to recognize in the first case only that I was comparing my and my family’s materialistic belongings to someone else’s.
That was the issue. And perhaps, from a materialistically point of view… just like the quote:
The top of every mountain would be the bottom of another…
I realized that there is always going to be something or someone better in terms of money, power, conditions, etc. And the best thing one can do is to leave this materialistic rat race and focus on what lies within.
Running and running for money… And yet, if we lose the important ones for whom we wanted sooo much money… it’s not worth it.
People who are close to your heart are more precious.
And for a few of those, dying won’t be not worth it.
Durga… idols… materialism.
Somewhere it’s plated with gold. While in a few, it’s just a small family ceremony to worship the goddess… in a little bigger way than it is done normally.
This was two years ago, I was walking down the street… there was this shop where idols of goddesses were just made… Saraswati, Lakshmi, a goddess with ten hands, etc… All of them, started from a block of clay. Mended by craftsmen's hands. They shaped their eyes, head, fingers and legs, like the mortals who they were themselves.
Perhaps, in humanity, the true idea of searching god in a form within the reflection of oneself isn’t forgotten.
And then, the wielder makes the clayey idols hard.
The wielder makes everyone of us strong with its flow.
Making a few of us unshakeable and unbreakable…
The wielder is time.
After the idols are completed, colors are impregnated, into the greyscale, giving it life.
Clothes are worn.
Shiny stuffs. Fake weapons. Crowns and all the other things to make a clay man-made idol into a goddess to be worshipped.
I was in the Central Park, today. I arrived early.
The park wasn’t empty but it wasn’t even a quarter filled… There was a sit-and-draw competition for children held inside the pandal. My sister was also participating in it.
A few minutes later, a purge of clothes, shiny stuffs, fake smiles and crowns of pride swept through inside the Central Park. I was looking at this world beyond from a greyish perspective.
Nothing is going to be the same. No excitement. No sadness. No and nothing.
Girls and guys… All of them… wearing their best. I was wearing just a red shirt and white pants and in the black bag of HP (Dad brought a new laptop last month), there was my speedcube and a book and a single copy.
It doesn’t matter now…
Nothing truly doesn’t matter…
The shiny clothes and the clayey man-made idols are the irony.
When you leave materialism… you will feel liberated. if that’s what you want to know.
You won’t be feeling the dummy burdens of materialism on your shoulders.
You won’t feel the need to impress people with your skills and looks, you won’t feel the need to show off, you won’t feel the need to push someone down, you won’t feel like not helping someone be better than you, … and a lot more things.
You can just sit on the ground, look at the sky and be the MOST PEACEFUL (not hte happiest) human in the world.
The clothes and the matter-made charisma fades…
Your eyes can look through any mortal it falls upon.
It’s all a facade.
In the end… when the tenth day is over… as per the human-made rituals, Goddess Durga is thrown in the water… Visarjan, that’s what it’s called.
The water removes the physical bonds lead by the fleshy hands upon the tiny clayey matter. Signifying the end… it returns and returns back to its origin… To the Earth.
And with time, the Earth shall come home to its root origins of this grand cosmic drama, which only a few of us are aware of.
Perhaps, a time will surely come when we will return too…
to our true origins.
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