Hopeful Hoping...

Throngs of people gathered at a gate, waiting for just a glimpse that gives them a hope that there is a better tomorrow. I am not talking about Shah Rukh’s house ‘Mannat’ in Bandra but this is a different kind place, where everyone asks for a mannat, a prayer.

My visit to His residence was long due and my mind refused to be at peace for the last couple of days until I paid my visit. So there I was too, with a prayer on my lips and hope in my heart wondering what it is that drew me there. But sometimes people like me too require an affirmation that there is place with symbolizes hope.

I am neither an atheist nor a staunch believer who would religiously pray everyday. For me God is personal, my perception of the Supreme. I see Him however I wish to see Him, wherever and in whichever form. There are people in my life who are no less than a God’s angel, which makes me want to believe that He is looking out for me. And that alone is enough to keep me content and thankful.

As I looked around I saw hope, desperation, desire, blind faith…

Amidst all this, those same old thoughts came back to me which made me wonder whether I fell in any of those compartments. And I realized there is one more face we see in these faces and that is of the one who is grateful. And so, even though I wished for all the good things, I also wanted to thank Him for everything- just for the life, the way it is.

I saw a small crowd near an idol, where people were whispering their special appeal to God in the idol’s ear. I realized I didn’t need a secret messenger; he had already heard my prayers and answered with blessing I didn’t even particularly ask for.