Voicless of the Innocence
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My name is Sunita. I have reached half a century of my life; and so far it has been a journy that I wouldn't do over! I have learned in the 25 years I have been living; not to have any regrets, anger or hatred towards anyone or anything. I am a young mother and wife that I love every minute of! I am adjusting myself to family life with my husband and kids. Tumblr is my extra-cirricular practice for my book soon-to be published. And when my diaries are published; there will be a lot expressed, narrated events in my life that I think that will influence or inspire some. I just can't wait!!
Pundit Satyanand October 30 at 5:38pm ReplyThey Wont Let Me In
VERY TOUCHING?
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People were filling the Mandir to its full capacity! As they entered, each bowed to the Ganesh murti and did aarti.
At the end of the line stood an older man. His clothes were filthy and you could tell that he had not bathed in days. His face was covered with whiskers, for he had not shaved for a very long time. His hair was long, dirty, and a tangled mess. He had no shoes on his feet, and wore only soiled black socks to cover the sores upon his feet. The President of the mandir looked at him turning up his nose at the old man and said, “Uh, I’m sorry , but I’m afraid we can’t let you in. You will distract the congregation and we don’t allow anyone to disrupt our service. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”
The old man looked down at himself and with a puzzled look on his face. He was sad as he loved to hear the pundit sing praises to the Bhagwan. . He carried in his pocket a small worn out Gita and loved to see if the Baba preached a passage from the Gita that he had underlined. But he was respectful, and didn’t want to cause any commotion, so he hung down his head and walked back down the steps of the big Mandir
He sat down on the ground near the edge of the temple and strained to listen through closed doors and windows to the singing going on in the Mandir. Oh how he wished he could be inside with all the others.
A few minutes had passed by when all of a sudden a younger man came up behind him and sat down near him. He asked the old man what he was doing? He answered, “I was going to go to Mandir today, but they thought I was to dirty, my clothes to old and worn, and they were afraid I would disrupt their service.
Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Lal.” The two men shook hands, and Lal couldn’t help but notice that this man had long hair like his .He had sandals on his feet, now covered with dust and dirt.
The stranger touched Lal’s shoulder, and said: “Lal, don’t feel bad because they won’t let you in. My name is Krishna, and I’ve been trying to get into this same Mandir for years — they won’t let me in either.”
