The One Who Wore The Golden Rakhi

Fate is a number one trickster...an invisible JADOOGAR..It always give human race, a kind of non - sensible essence; what we used to call deja vu.

It was during my degree days..It was not a rainy season at all...

Finally my wish came true..to visit the great MOOKAMBIKA TEMPLE in karnataka. We usually refer any lucky chance as yogam..(in malayalam).

If you have yogam, you will get chance to visit the place you like, the person you admire...and..so on..

On the way to Mookambika..., the nature itself greeted with ravenous rain..the lushes greenery of kasarkode, followed by the soothing wind of karnataka...

It is said that to visit Mookambika temple is easy, but the darshan is too difficult since there is alot....alot...of people..will be there..devotees...so you have to wait...until your turn.. 

But fate always have surprises for you..and at that moment fate played in the role of sreelankan prime minister himself..

There was an announcement that there will be arrival of honourable sreelankan prime minister ( I think it..was.renil vikrama singhe)...

To my surprise...the mookambika temple premises were... was so...quite...There was two or three people...there is no que for darshan...and you can imagine how much excitation tinkilng iinside me..

We did the darshan 7 times...Much happiness...satisfaction...

There was also something auspecious on that day..It was ganesh chaturthi..Kollur..was indulged in that harmonious joyful festival...

When you reached mookambika..you will not leave without visiting dear souparnika...the purest...river...

It was in souparnika that..Ganeshnimanjana was planned to take place..souparnika basin was filled with numerous people..men, women who wore white arecanut flowers..and there was a little brahman kid..still I remember him..such a cute pie..himself looked like little ganapathi...

There was a long rituals have to be finish before the nimanjana..Due to the increasing crowd.. I got separated from my family..and offcourse I was sandwiched between the ladies...

Besides the ladies there was another gang of youths..men were there..hmmm...you..know..the fact is whether you are in a holy place or not..some people cant control their behaviour..The ladies who stood on my left side..close to that mens crowd..was whispering furious due to the increasing amount of force.... pushing...especially from mens..side...

But....alas...But..there..was one exception..

A youth...who wore a golden rakhi..he never allowed the spoiled brats to infiltrate to ladies side..He just stood there like a wall..I can read from the eyes of ladies..Those eyes...said...*good boy..his parents taught him well..*

But for..me..he was just a show man..( due to my arrogance or my constant criticising vision which I got from my convent school life.....? )

I was trying my hard to video the whole ritual process...acting more like a cinemaautographer..where my mobile screen provided excellent visual Hd effect to ladies who stood behind..me..

At that moment, the people passed a packet full of paddy and flower petals..Being the most greedy one..I took a hand ful..I still saw that golden rakhi youth trying to help each and every body who didn't got paddy and petals..

*you are just a show off..herozero..*( I told in my mind...actually I dont like him..)

The real problem arise when I understood that I didn't the purpose of those paddy and petals...To be honest I was starving..

So.... I just ate them...completely..so tasty....what would you expect.. I have to satisfy my growling stomach..it was nearly six o clock and I never ate my teatime snacks..( which is a daily routine)..

At the next moment..to my horror..i just realized that those paddy grains and flower petals were part of ritual...part of sendoff ritual done before nimanjana.!!!!!!!!!!!!

idiot.....stupid..girl.

Hiw can I be so idiot...Now going to happen an auspicious moment and me.. bare hands...nothing left..This is a life time chance...due to ignorance.. I didnt have a single paddy grain with me..I cant be part of ritual..tears filled my eyes...I can see those ladies around me have their plenty of paddy portion..but those ones are too proud to gave me a single grain...

I was standing in those crowd..alone..They were looking at me..with a teasing smile...

Suddenly I saw that hand....yes...he.., .the golden rakhi youth...Even though he had a little portion paddy in his hands...he gave me a portion from his own share...

i couldnt say a word.....Due to his kindness..i too take part in Nimanjana rituals...There..there...i can see...souparnika is embracing lord ganesha like a mother....immersing him to show the depth of her love...diyas lighted in coconut shells following his path..Atmosphere filled with jai ganesha chants.....again again....again....

The crowd begins to flow back to their destinies....

And when I started to look for him...the golden rakhi youth...i just felt a deja vu....I can see those spoilt brats youths there and here...

But where is him?????????? 

To my horror...i just realized..i couldnt.. I couldnt recollect his face..i tried so hard..again and again....even today..and for ever...

But..just Lord ganesh who immersed in to depth of souparnika.., his face too immersed and forgotten from my consious mind...i cant remember his name...

Still I remember... his golden rakhi hand...the hand which saved ladies from brats, the hand who provided paddy grains...but still.......his face....fade from my mind....for ever....painfully...

We used to crack coconuts in front of lord ganesha...which symbolize the cracking of our arrogance before god...

I too got a chance to crack my arrogance...but....even to utter a thank you...i couldnt remember his face....

Sometimes....fate is trickster...always..maybe..