The date was 23rd of April'13. I had checked my phone, atm card , license in the pocket of my ragged looking jean.I locked down the door of the guest house in which I spent the last night. As I turned around the mountains, cool brisk hair , myriad small children playing in nearby school overtly purported the spirit of people living there. It was place where the nature never clamored for your attention . It had it's unique class of connecting the innards of your soul to the harmony of it's virtual touch.
The Agastmuni town was a resting place for most of the tourists and pilgrims en-route to the abode of Lord Shiva, Kedarnath. The city like this and many others had seen an increase in development . The development which seemed to be at the cost of tourism.
People had a hard life there. To fetch the daily food for themselves and fodder for the domestic animals. Up climbing and down climbing was a common activity for everyone. Narrow roads, limited electricity but yet the people were content with what they had. I had my last site at Uchola village somewhere 6-7kms off road which led to guptkashi and then Kedarnath. I completed my survey there and returned successfully to my hometown in Delhi.
The place where I had stayed during the tenure of my job was engulfed with water. The houses near the bed of the river shaking, trembling vigorously. I saw people running in random directions to save what God had given them "LIFE". Anger rushed through my veins . The scenic beauty moments ago was no where to be seen again.
" Why are you doing this. They worship you everyday. Stop it." I yelled loudly as I could.
"They don't worship me for what they believe in. They worship me for the very fear of me , for what they should believe in." a voice echoed in my head as if the nature was answering me back. The fields swept away and houses tossed up like toys. The mind flickered the very image of the children playing in the school ground.
They would have to fight the rest of their life against the very apathy of their own God.
" But why would a God do this to them" I retorted with grief reflecting itself in my voice.
" Do you think I did this? Are you sure.?the same voice echoed again.
" I don't know but I mean. . ." i stopped in between.
" You can't make me responsible for the things which are beyond the realms of your mind child. I too feel anger and love. The answer is all yours" the voice had the serenity of sea in it.It died with time.
It will sound insane but yes I had seen God personified not like the characters in poems and stories but in the form of fury. I was glad that it was a dream. The television was on. My Dad was having his breakfast. The news was the loss of innumerous human beings. May be it wasn't a dream for those.
My conscious mind still pondered over " The answer is all yours". May be the answer was what I was seeing on the tv sets all day long. May be the question was the nature ??
The Agastmuni town was a resting place for most of the tourists and pilgrims en-route to the abode of Lord Shiva, Kedarnath. The city like this and many others had seen an increase in development . The development which seemed to be at the cost of tourism.
People had a hard life there. To fetch the daily food for themselves and fodder for the domestic animals. Up climbing and down climbing was a common activity for everyone. Narrow roads, limited electricity but yet the people were content with what they had. I had my last site at Uchola village somewhere 6-7kms off road which led to guptkashi and then Kedarnath. I completed my survey there and returned successfully to my hometown in Delhi.
The place where I had stayed during the tenure of my job was engulfed with water. The houses near the bed of the river shaking, trembling vigorously. I saw people running in random directions to save what God had given them "LIFE". Anger rushed through my veins . The scenic beauty moments ago was no where to be seen again.
" Why are you doing this. They worship you everyday. Stop it." I yelled loudly as I could.
"They don't worship me for what they believe in. They worship me for the very fear of me , for what they should believe in." a voice echoed in my head as if the nature was answering me back. The fields swept away and houses tossed up like toys. The mind flickered the very image of the children playing in the school ground.
They would have to fight the rest of their life against the very apathy of their own God.
" But why would a God do this to them" I retorted with grief reflecting itself in my voice.
" Do you think I did this? Are you sure.?the same voice echoed again.
" I don't know but I mean. . ." i stopped in between.
" You can't make me responsible for the things which are beyond the realms of your mind child. I too feel anger and love. The answer is all yours" the voice had the serenity of sea in it.It died with time.
It will sound insane but yes I had seen God personified not like the characters in poems and stories but in the form of fury. I was glad that it was a dream. The television was on. My Dad was having his breakfast. The news was the loss of innumerous human beings. May be it wasn't a dream for those.
My conscious mind still pondered over " The answer is all yours". May be the answer was what I was seeing on the tv sets all day long. May be the question was the nature ??
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