As the holy night of Mahashivratri
advances, I feel lost in thoughts and more drawn towards the wonder- the wonder
that is my Almighty, the wonder that is Lord
Shiva.
Like in every Hindu
family, I have grown up hearing about the millions of deities that Hindus believe
in and worship. Nevertheless, I have been told to respect all the Gods so as not
to outrage any of them, fear them time to time just in case anyone of the Gods puts
you off in utter disdain and pray more and more till you forget how much of anything
is enough for your living! All these and yet the imperative questions etched in my
mind- what to believe and why? Answers were all vague.
A quarter of my
life has ended and the list of soul-searching questions has kept on lengthening but, to my utter delight, one answer has always stayed with me which is enough to
satiate them all. The last ounce of strength that holds me back after every
failure, the glimpse of smile that is brought back after every surge of tears,
the little ray of hope that twinkles in my eyes time to time, the inch of
will-power that drives me to do the mundane chores of life everyday- it is the
power from within that asks me to keep having faith, the power that He bestows
on me with every step I take in life.
He needs no
description from a petty blogger, but if you ask me, what stuns me is how He’s
described by millions. People say He’s Bholenath,
God of simplicity. He is simple, because
He is above all complexities. What deepens my wonder is His universality. He is
immense- depth of His being knows no bounds. He is supreme, God of all Gods- absolute, yet
unfathomed. People say Shiva stands
for power, the ‘Destroyer of evil’. To
me, Shiva is that silhouette of mystery
that propels me to think beyond what I see. It is as if all the ambiguities of my
life find solace in Him.
One can’t really describe this enormity but, you know, I cherish this
riddle, this wonderful inexplicability, the holy profoundness that can’t be
bounded by any answer, any knowledge, or any truth.
