The Power of God
I am not a very religious person and I do not visit temples regularly. I mostly visit temples which are spacious. My favourite temples are the ancient ones with beautiful architecture which I can go on admiring for hours. And I love the temples along the coastline because they are very spacious and have stunningly beautiful courtyards and lovely kalyanis (ponds). Some of these temples have a soothing milieu; you can actually experience peace. These are places where you can finish books in one sitting. When I see tranquil places I only think of books.
Among the few temples that I have visited, the ones that are etched in my memory are The Venkatramana Temple in Kannur (my mother’s hometown), the Kollur Mookambika Devi temple, Udupi Sri Krishna Temple, the Anjaneya Temple at GM Palya in Bangalore (a stone’s throw from my home), the Bhoga Nandishwara Temple at the foothills of Nandi Hills and the Siddi Vinayak Temple in Mumbai. I have not travelled much otherwise the list would have been longer.
The Krishna Temple on CMH Road is not a place that I have been too often despite its proximity to my home. For some reason, I have always dismissed it as one of those cosmetic temples. The few times I have visited this temple have been during Krishna Janmashtami (Lord Krishna’s birthday). The temple gets overcrowded during this festival and to have a ‘darshan’ (glimpse) of the deity one has to stand in a serpentine queue.
I recall this incident in 2013. It was during one of those jobless phases in my life. That particular day had been way too hectic. I had attended a couple of interviews in different parts of the city and then had to make visits to a couple of other places. In the evening, I was drained. I had promised a friend that I would be meeting her at one of the coffee outlets on CMH Road around 6pm. I took a bus to CMH Road and alighted around half past five. I suddenly started feeling weak and was finding it difficult to even take a few steps forward. Not knowing what to do, I started searching for a place where I could cool my heels for some time. My mobile started ringing in my bag. What was a simple task appeared very painful as I moved my hand with great difficulty and searched for my mobile in my bag. I looked at the display. It was a call from my friend, the same friend I was supposed to be meeting in a short while. “Suj, I won’t be able to make it today. Shall we meet tomorrow, same time, same place?” I was dazed and my mental faculties were just not functioning. “Ok,” I replied with great effort, “Seeee ya”. I almost lost my balance as I put back my mobile. I just dropped on the kerb of the footpath. It was then that I realised that I had not slept well last night and had not had lunch in the afternoon. The breakfast that I had in the morning was way too light for me to last the whole day without food. Passersby started staring at me as I sat on the footpath all dazed. I realized that I was becoming a spectacle. I looked around for a better place to rest. This is when I spotted the Krishna Temple. There are quite a few benches in the courtyard of the temple. I decided that I had better move and find myself a bench. There wasn’t much traffic. I got up with whatever little strength I had and crossed the double road and entered the temple. I crashed onto the first bench I saw and thought of taking a small nap. I raised both my feet and spread my legs across the bench and closed my eyes.
I do not remember how long I slept. I woke up when someone tapped me. “Wake up, wake up,” said the voice in Kannada. “Go have prasad. Do not sleep at this hour. This is not the right time. Krishna will get angry.”, the voice said reproachfully. It took me some time to realise where actually I was. I cast a look at the figure in front of me. It was an old lady. She gave me an angry look and left.
I moved towards the temple and entered the premises. The nap had to some extent revived me. After offering my obeisance to Lord Krishna, the presiding deity of the temple I made my way out. I thought of taking an auto owing to my condition. A man stopped me at the doorstep of the shrine. “Amma, have prasad. Which world are you in?”, he asked. The man with his forehead smeared with vermillion had the most amused look as he handed me a leaf-bowl full of yellow rice. The bowl was quite big and the yellow rice was almost spilling out of it. I headed to one of the benches to partake the prasad. The yellow rice (also called lemon rice and Chitranna) turned out to be simply delicious. And there was enough of it. Not only was it very tasty, the food refueled me. I could feel the strength inside me returning back.
I had by then got enough strength to drop by at the supermarket next door and pick up some grub. As I walked back to board the bus, I suddenly realised the role the yellow rice had played in getting me back on my feet. “It must have been Krishna himself who came to my help,” I thought. “And the old lady must have been his messenger.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I went back home. I dare not call the Krishna Temple on CMH Road, a cosmetic temple anymore. I take back my words. That evening, I had actually felt the power of God and his presence!