Mythology-A Mystery

I have always seen my grandmother doing a lot of worship. For most of the time of the day she used to sit in front of the small area where there were pictures of gods and goddesses had been kept for worship. There was a Diya that was always lightened up. It was a tradition in my family to preserve the light of that Diya and it should never get burned off. The gods and goddesses were offered several items called prasad after aarti twice a day.

My grandmother had a mala of beads in her hand, and she used to roll it for hours. When I asked her, why she always sits there and murmured and repeats all the names of the gods and goddesses, she used to reply that they made us. If there had been no gods, we wouldn't be alive. They have planned everything whatever we do and whatever we get or achieve in our lives.

Sometimes, she narrated a story to which I don’t know how many times I listened. She used to repeat the same story. The story was, “there was a god named Brahma. He is the creator of our universe, earth, humans, and every other living being on the earth. When he made us, he advised us to worship him three times a day. But we humans forgot one time and we started worshiping two times only. This became a tradition and followed and will be followed for generations after generations.”

I would often ask her,” Grandma, where is God? If he is really there, why can’t I see him?”

She replied, “You need to do a lot of Tapasya if you want to see him. Gods don’t meet everyone. They meet only the people who have sacrificed everything in search of finding gods.”

Her answer never convinced me. I thought if God made us, wouldn’t he want to check if we are doing well? He would have also checked when we started to miss worshipping him for one time of the day. But there were often instances when I needed something from someone, and it was hard to get. But I prayed to God, and I would have got those things. Neither I completely disbelieved in God, nor did I over-believe in him like my grandmother. I believe that there is a positive energy somewhere in the universe, of which only a few people are aware. This energy is named ‘God’. This is the energy that is responsible to fill anyone’s life with positivity and hope. But who knows, maybe what my grandmother says may also be true. Mythological things will always remain a mystery to me.