I'm off to Ram-eh?-shwaram now.For a five hour puja.Its ten thirty.We have to leave at 11.And everyone's still lazing around.The last time I saw my elder sister, she had sprawled herself on the floor sleeping with the dogs.
I hate travelling.Especially when its travelling to see Temples.I barely walk down the end of my road (that I haven't seen in eight years) to the Temple there, let alone travel around the country hoping to find answers to my religious doubts.
-Will I be religious like my mother?
-What kind of role model am I going to be for my children if I dislike going regularly to temples?
-Will I ever get a sign..a call..?
-Am I un-religious or an atheist?
-Is there really a God?
-Is this just some teenage adolescence phase I'm going through but once I hit the twenties,it'll all fall into place?
The only time I pray fervently is before my results come or I'm sitting in the classroom waiting for the teachers to hand out the question papers.What a fraud I am.My elder sister is an ardent devotee of Shirdi Sai Baba and my mother a devotee of every god possible.She tells me to thank God everyday for all the things I've been blessed with.I do the first day.And the second.And never.
Wonder what I'll learn over the next three days...