The Goddess' Days

When the opportunity came to visit the Chitranjan Park, I could not say no. It is the one place in Delhi where the Durga Puja is celebrated with no less a fervor than even Bengal. The pandals here are just as grand. The sculptures of the Goddess look like living embodiments of the holy mother. And the crowd that assembles here to see the Durga Puja in action is something to behold for its diversity, color and energy. It is like a mini-bengal here. And the people gather here in full pomp and show. All dressed up and decked up to visit their favorite mother.
The one thing that mystifies me about the Goddess is her pair of mysterious looking eyes. They look deep and seem to pierce straight through the heart. There is purity in them just as much as there is that stuff which will wreak dread in the devil. And the Goddess is celebrated for her victory over the evil Mahishashur. The demon who is the symbol of bad. And the mother's victory-a symbol of the victory of truth over falsehood and a triumph of good over evil.
And in a time when there is at times a pessimism about the world we live in, the message remains that way. Serving itself as a reminder that truth prevails. A belief that is hard for people to buy today but somehow the faith that virtue will bear fruit is essential even today. And there is some power out in the universe which we may not know or understand but that it's there, of this we are sure. And this very power, be it of the divine Goddess or some lotus-lipped God, lights up the universe and our world.
Everyone who visits the holy mother in this festival goes with a wish. And s/he asks for that wish with a pure and faithful heart. But not all wishes come true, do they? And somewhere it is for our own good. For, if all wishes were to come true then it will be difficul for the earth to keep its balance. What is best for us is to be grateful for what the mighty one has blessed us with. And there is a lot be grateful for, always.
Isn't it?

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