The "YOUNGEST PUROHIT" I know....

God loves meh soh much that he/she is a little insecure of meh loosing touch with him/her soh once in a while little bad things happen to meh soh that i dont forget him/her!
My mother says the reason of my accident is because i am suffering a "Grahan Dasa"... well i didnt do any harm to the stars and planet and neither do i understand their positioning but i am asked to beleive in it ... My Mother has been offering regular homage to the near by Mandir,and she has been doing the Nabagraha Puja for meh ... Once I could walk my Mother told meh The Purohit wants to see meh!! "whoaaaaaa " I thought! .. "Is he going to read my face?".. "Is he going to tell my future?"... i dont want to know my future ..i just want be prepared to face it!....
But then I made it to the Mandir.... I saw Him , he was 5'4"tall, typical south indian looking and and the south indian accent while he spoke hindi.He smiled at meh ..and said "dont worry , every thing will be fine"! I thought "Thats all he had to say?"
I saw the NabaGraha Gods ,there were 9 gods all wrapped in different coloured cloth,and the gods were all black. My Mom instructed meh to walk around it 9 times , I did!
Then the Purohit started his puja, some how the devotion was coming automatically... and there was a feeling that some superior force is right ahead of you.some how there was a sense of belief and respect.After the puja was over, He gave meh the Best of fruits and flowers from the Gods feet. And he said again "Every thing will be fine".
Next Saturday I went on my own. I did the same things .. while the Purohit was getting things ready .. I was observing one of the sweetest thing i had seen in a long time .... I saw a Grandson (in his early 20's)holding his Grand fathers hand and taking him around the mandir.I took out my cell phone and started cell bloggin'., suddendly the Purohit looks at meh and says "something" which i didnt understand .. i say "what?" and he says again."w580i"
it tooks meh 5 seconds more to understand ... and I smiled "ya".
makes a point " i have the same cell phone"...
I looked at his ,hand he wore a nice watch too..i just thought werent They supposed to despise worldy pleasures?anyways i dont want to get there....
I looked around and eyed on all other Purohit and figured out all others had grey hair and my Purohit was the only one ageing around late 20's or early 30's
sometimes he switches on recored prayers on his mobile to do his puja ( Science meets god finally!),he keeps talking to the toddlers who accompany their parents even when he is chanting the mantras he is looking here and there but gets back his concentration immediately , but some how there is an inoncence in him he offers his prayers just the way a kid would do.
After the puja is over which doesnt take much time ...he says again"Sab theek ho jayega" with a heavy south indian accent
I smile at the Youngest Purohit i know and leave.

...a pair of Black Socks that went wrong!

.. Its very important I wear the right looking socks or rather more important they should be looking just perfect on my non soh perfect looking ankles!
....pink socks ,green socks, acrylic socks,olefin socks or mohair whatever i have been conscious about wearing socks just the right way .. it was even more important then how my hair is set.
when i was in Hostel we had to wear those knee length socks and it was mandatory we wore it to the knee. whyyyyyyy? I was always defying the law and I was the most beaten up child as a matter of fact for that sake .... I have also been beaten up for being stubborn as I would crush down or fold down my socks to my ankle(as opposed to) as I had the notion that I looked super smart in that way and more over I was an athlete, soh I had to have that Attitude eh?!
I grew up .. I still had the fetish for nice looking socks and thank god sporty ankle
lenght socks had been invented. I mostly bought my socks from Bhutan but now I do find good socks in one particular shop in linking road... and oh the Malls also seems like having interest in selling my kinda sock.(Good for them I have started giving them importance)
okie I just realized I have still not reached what I actually want to say!.....
On 20th April I wore mah favourite black socks kinda matching with my converse.. after work I went on a drive as a pillion driver on a Suzuki bike hanging around the town area.
After a long time I was around Marine drive . I was quite, soh was "He" , it was'nt too speedy , it was early morn , the view was like a gazebo,the wind hitting my face, strangly I was just quite devoid of any kind of a thought or feeling.. before I realize anything I was beeing dragged on the ground ... oh yeah it was an early morning traffic free road freak accident.. I had a Hip Dislocation! What happens next its all evident... I am on stretchers certainly not concealing my pain. While "He" was busy doing the hospital formalities someone was busy trying to open my shoes.I shout "no dont open my shoes"with a doubt.
I ask for my socks( as if thats the last fortune I own in the mid of a physical crisis!) and tell the person (who ever it was i dont remember) to keep it safely in my bag.
The person says"Why were ya wearing different pairs anyways???"
i wanted to say "Who cares its black anyways"!