What happens when an agnostic goes on a pilgrimage?
For those wondering who a agnostic is, let me quote the Dictionary.com,
I too was pondering on the same question as I, along with my sister and her family set out to this famous Catholic Pilgrimage Centre in South India, Velankanni. I had been here as a child. But now this was a strange experience for me. I looked forward to this trip more as time spent with my family, especially my two little cute nieces, touring the country.
What could this place that is held so very reverently by many Catholic faithful could offer me? What is it that I could gather in a place where everywhere I saw people following rituals and customs with extreme devotion and religious fervour? I may not agree to such practices but I do respect the right of every person to express their faith or beleifs in whateever degree they choose to.
It was 12th August. Already troubled with sweet memories turned sour associated with this day, I along with my family went about seeing the place. Some friends did whatsapp their concerns but I was good enough to go about the day.
Shops and hawkers selling toys, devoitional items, CDs were to be seen all along the way from the Church to the beach. One thing I did notice, even religion can trigger economic growth (you just don't need Industries all the time). Some shopkeepers, once they realize you are a Goan, they would call out to you as 'Patrao' (Konkani for Master/Sir) some even started Konkani music. It feels good to hear your language in a distant land like Tamil Nadu.
Amidst all this, I spot this crippled man. He could very easily sit along with the perfectly abled men and women who were begging on the same street. But he chose to stand behind his wheelchair and using it as a platform he sells simple toys. The sight was enough to give you goosebumps. I was at once inspired to buy something from him. As I asked for the price of an item I realized that this man had trouble in speaking too.
We travelled the same night back home. There were many places of religious significance we visited or witnessed there, but none of them inspired me like this man did. I think this experience will remain etched in my memories for long. I regret for not buying more from him, in return for what he taught me. To stand tall in all my crippleness. We are all crippled in one way or the other, but we can choose to be helpless or stand tall like this man did with faith and hope. However small may be his earnings but the respect he earns is way beyond measure. Kudos to you Gentleman! Cheers!
