Recently I had to visit a temple courtesy my mother. I am an atheist so temples, deities don’t excite me and I can’t understand their purpose.
Anyways, I was asked (forced to be precise) by my mother to go and get some sort of ribbon tied around my neck. So I went. It was quiet an experience. I had to get up early in the morning (6 AM). I obviously couldn’t get up on time. I woke up at 7:30 AM. though I managed to get ready on time. I was more excited because if the fact that I’ll be riding my bike on a chilly winter morning.
Quickly, I realized that there was no fuel in the tank. Damn.. I had to rush to nearby gas station. Soon, I was blazing through morning traffic at 117+ kmph. My brother was with me too. He caught cold
Anyways, we reached. Went to the priest, asked him to do his stuff. but to my surprise, he asked us for 2.5 kgs of grains with Rs. 51 as daskhina. Which I naturally didn’t know. So I asked him what can be done now? He Replied, “Alright, then give Rs. 250 and Rs 51 as Dakshina”. Only words that came out of my mouth were “What the Fuck?”. He couldn’t understand. I was pissed. So I decided to get grains from somewhere. And to my luck, I was able to find out one Ration shop. I bought some rice for Rs. 50.
Total Money got out my pocket, Rs. 101. And the string that he gave is still hanging around my neck. The only thing I liked about it is that it’s black in color and my mom is happy.
Though I am still thinking, If he’s a priest then why did he ask me for money? I mean, I can do it to. All it takes is one black string and two hands – A business opportunity? maybe!
ohh BTW, If you are thinking which temple I went to? It’s the one opposite to Pragati Maidan, New Delhi.