Saturday, February 20, 2010

Faith/ love... Jo Bhi Kaho...

'Aum Bhur Bhuva Swaha, Tat savitur varenyum,
Bhargo devasya dhi mahi, dhiyo yo na prachodayat'

It's the Gayathri mantra, which I had kind of crammed some weeks back. I was having trouble in sleeping and my mom had made me memorize these lines. I didn't fall asleep as soon as I said these sanskrit words whose meaning I was unware of. But the intensity of faith in which she told me had some how become communicable. Yaa, I too kind of got the same faith in these lines. And not soon after that, but yaa after few days I kind of slept really well. Morning, I went and kissed mom thank you. She told me if it had worked why don't you include it in your prayers every day. I told her,I will do. I went and googled about those lines. Yaa I could easily find out the translation of every word. But it wasn't like poetry which when read together made sense. But this much was apparent, it has something to do with mental strength. I went on to think, was it really because of these lines? Do these lines really play some sort of magic. If so people wouldn't go for tranquilizers, sleeping pills. One mantra, peaceful sleep, problem solved. America will no longer be called the prozac nation with all americans saying the Gayathri slogan. I thought of 3 idiots, the Aal Izz Well mania which has spread nation wide. After much cerebration, I suddenly realized my undisturbed slumber for the past few days actually had nothing to do with my recitation. Coz everytime I used to say these lines, my mind never used to translate the words so that I  get a complete feel of it and pray with my heart in it, not to mention I was far from a religious person. But yaa, when telling  these alien words I used to feel my mom's presence. I would remember the faith in which she taught me those lines. It wasn't faith. Was it? Wasn't it actually love? Or must be her faith, and my love. I also had an enlightenment that day, people aren't devoid of sleep, they are actually devoid of love or atleast they think they are. And love and fear can't co-exist. Well once that fear is gone, I can vouch on a lucid sleep.  And yaa my Gayathri devi can be none other than my mom:)