GOD has always been a complex issue for me. I consider myself a non-believer. I have my doubts and many unanswered questions about God. Over the years, I have searched for God and Godliness around me, but to no avail. And then i saw those pics. Maybe, i was looking in the wrong place. If that smile is not heavenly, nothing can come close.
In my childhood, every evening, I used to stand praying before the Gods in our देव्हारा, say (not sing) 'शुभं करोती' and 'प्रारंभी विनंती' in full speed without feelings. More than भक्ती, it was my dad's frightening eyes which made me do that 'religiously'. But then i grew up and so did my rebel nature. Seeing dad abusing someone just after his pooja or knowing about some people who were very religious and very corrupt at the same time, took me away from god. Evening prayers stopped, visit to temples stopped. After marriage, since Aai shared the same views, my atheism got support. We never prayed or even lighted the diya in our देव्हारा. We broke our family's rules about eating nonveg on Monday or Sankasthi.
Not being religious also led to not being superstitious. From a boy who used the same pilot pen throughout an exam for luck, i became a man who completely threw caution to the winds.
If your Aai coming into life vindicated my stand about religion, your arrival changed it topsy-turvy.
I think it all started with the cot in the bedroom. Its location was north-south since it was made. Your mother wanted some change. So i changed the cot's direction to east-west and in just a few months we got your news. That sowed the seeds of superstition in me.
Your aai watched a serial 'Sai-Shraddha aur saburi' during her IVF treatment. It made her calm and filled her with positivity. I was a man who always cringed about the crowds at Shirdi, but now i want to take you there, just to say thanks. Not only that, i have made it a point to close my eyes everytime, i pass Saidham in kandivali.
Once we revealed the news of the pregnancy, me, aai, aajoba, Mah-aaji and priya mavshi went on a temple tour to Saimandir in girgaum, Mahalaxmi temple and Siddhivinayak Mandir. I was not really interested, but tagged along. After your birth, we made that tour again. With you in our arms, I understood the significance of the tour.
We also took you to Udyan ganesh in Shivaji park and Shitladevi mandir in Mahim. I am sure the Gods were definitely pleased to see you. Soon, we will go to Goa and visit the temples there, especially Mangueshi.
Just last Sunday, we had a Satnarayan puja at our home and it was your first. We made you Krishna yesterday and celebrated dahihandi. Now, i am looking forward to Ganpati.
Visiting temples was still ok, but my superstitious nature was at another level. After your birth, for the first few nights, i woke up in the middle of the night to see if you were breathing properly. It became a norm for me to check out your breathing in the middle of the night.
During your aai's IVF treatment, when she went for sonography, i used to stand outside with my fingers crossed. Sometimes, it used to take a long time and my fingers hurt, but i was doing it for you. I had also kept my fingers crossed throughout ht your delivery.
I loved killing spiders in all nooks and corners, but did not kill a single one during the pregnancy period. I didn't want any curse of any spider to befall you.
And then there is that yellow and green bag. I had carried it accidentally once to the IVF centre. I dont remember, what happened, but after that during every visit to the Ivf centre or during every visit to Pragati hospital or even during your delivery and now during visits to your pediatrician, that bag has always accompanied me.
Having dahi or going to aaba's place to touch their feet and pray before their gods, before every visit to Ivf centre or Pragati hospital was a regular feature during treatment and pregnacy. It was more of a superstition than devotion.
What did you change? Is it fear or worry or concern or devotion or superstition or anxiety or nervousness? I can sum it up in one word. It is called LOVE.
In my childhood, every evening, I used to stand praying before the Gods in our देव्हारा, say (not sing) 'शुभं करोती' and 'प्रारंभी विनंती' in full speed without feelings. More than भक्ती, it was my dad's frightening eyes which made me do that 'religiously'. But then i grew up and so did my rebel nature. Seeing dad abusing someone just after his pooja or knowing about some people who were very religious and very corrupt at the same time, took me away from god. Evening prayers stopped, visit to temples stopped. After marriage, since Aai shared the same views, my atheism got support. We never prayed or even lighted the diya in our देव्हारा. We broke our family's rules about eating nonveg on Monday or Sankasthi.
Not being religious also led to not being superstitious. From a boy who used the same pilot pen throughout an exam for luck, i became a man who completely threw caution to the winds.
If your Aai coming into life vindicated my stand about religion, your arrival changed it topsy-turvy.
I think it all started with the cot in the bedroom. Its location was north-south since it was made. Your mother wanted some change. So i changed the cot's direction to east-west and in just a few months we got your news. That sowed the seeds of superstition in me.
Your aai watched a serial 'Sai-Shraddha aur saburi' during her IVF treatment. It made her calm and filled her with positivity. I was a man who always cringed about the crowds at Shirdi, but now i want to take you there, just to say thanks. Not only that, i have made it a point to close my eyes everytime, i pass Saidham in kandivali.
Once we revealed the news of the pregnancy, me, aai, aajoba, Mah-aaji and priya mavshi went on a temple tour to Saimandir in girgaum, Mahalaxmi temple and Siddhivinayak Mandir. I was not really interested, but tagged along. After your birth, we made that tour again. With you in our arms, I understood the significance of the tour.
We also took you to Udyan ganesh in Shivaji park and Shitladevi mandir in Mahim. I am sure the Gods were definitely pleased to see you. Soon, we will go to Goa and visit the temples there, especially Mangueshi.
Just last Sunday, we had a Satnarayan puja at our home and it was your first. We made you Krishna yesterday and celebrated dahihandi. Now, i am looking forward to Ganpati.
Visiting temples was still ok, but my superstitious nature was at another level. After your birth, for the first few nights, i woke up in the middle of the night to see if you were breathing properly. It became a norm for me to check out your breathing in the middle of the night.
During your aai's IVF treatment, when she went for sonography, i used to stand outside with my fingers crossed. Sometimes, it used to take a long time and my fingers hurt, but i was doing it for you. I had also kept my fingers crossed throughout ht your delivery.
I loved killing spiders in all nooks and corners, but did not kill a single one during the pregnancy period. I didn't want any curse of any spider to befall you.
And then there is that yellow and green bag. I had carried it accidentally once to the IVF centre. I dont remember, what happened, but after that during every visit to the Ivf centre or during every visit to Pragati hospital or even during your delivery and now during visits to your pediatrician, that bag has always accompanied me.
Having dahi or going to aaba's place to touch their feet and pray before their gods, before every visit to Ivf centre or Pragati hospital was a regular feature during treatment and pregnacy. It was more of a superstition than devotion.
What did you change? Is it fear or worry or concern or devotion or superstition or anxiety or nervousness? I can sum it up in one word. It is called LOVE.







