In 1986 I got myself admitted
to a hostel in Bangalore. It was
run by Ramakrishna mission. My
heart regards its one ritual still warmly. Just when the night fell they all gathered for a prayer..
monks, hostel inmates, elderly living nearby and even few curious onlookers.
A senior monk, a trained singer with Harmonium and a Tabala player -formed the lead group. Most of
them had a tiny prayer book in their hand and knew every syllable. Every evening prayer echoed in the dome and a divine spirit rose
while to and fro people swayed.
Awe is man's own guide to personal mastery, and to God. I wrote this story about a Shiva temple -(click here to read ) to seek awe in the most ordinary. Unknown
can be an ever deepening experience. An interesting myth inspires an urge within far more than pale reality.
