Minutes of Madness - 11

“I got the gist of the story. You start believing in God at the end. Right?” she ended with a question.

“Did I say so?” I winked

“Who does that ‘God’ in your contact book mean then?” she argued

“A human!” I paused and she continued “I don’t agree. God is above all and I don’t want you to speak anything odd!”

“ODD?? Fine.We will have this discussion in the end!”

“Ahhh..how much things will you cover at the end! But that’s better and do continue!”

3^rd September 2011

A family trip to Rameshwaram – I literally pleaded my dad to leave me because it was a spiritual trip. But as usual my dad was not convinced enough and so my mom, dad and I were all set to Rameshwaram in car. I couldn’t show my despair to them and so smiled occasionally as we started our journey early morning.

Our first destination was Dhanushkodi, which was considered to be destroyed completely by a typhoon in 1964. My dad started, “There was no temple there but a sea bath which is considered to be high in value and would really be helpful for relaxation of mind. It was near equal to surrendering your complete self to God and so transformation is assured!”

I showed myself not interested with that topic and so it seemed to be a hung conversation. I switched on the music player which was quite soothing with the morning breeze. The journey came to an end after 4 long hours when the road ended abruptly near a beach.

There were no well-built houses, but little huts quite far from the shore, a tea shop cum hotel and few ‘spiritual’ tourist vans with a meagre population of 100. I wondered why people stay there and suffer when they can very well travel to the nearby city. My dad came up and said, “We can’t drive our car further and so we need to take up that Jeep to reach Dhanushkodi” pointing towards a rusted vehicle with four well maintained tyres. 

It was really a tiring journey similar to driving in a desert and finally we reached after 30 minutes. To my surprise, there were still lot of huts and few hundred families. There was nothing except the sea and beach sand and no means to travel for them other than those jeeps, no roads, no power supply and nothing was there. I enquired a middle aged man who was playing with his daughter “What you people do here? Why can’t you travel to the nearby city and start working there?” 

He replied, “I was born here, I enjoy a happy living here!”

I moved away with a smile from him, but thought he had a point! I thought I had everything from roads to airports, post offices to internet, calculators to laptops and PCO’s to high-end mobile phones. The guy has nothing what I have got but still he has got the thing which I yearn to attain – Happiness! I envy him!

Minute of Madness