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Janmashtami

There is a temple across where I stay, and they were playing the Sri Krishna bhajans on Janmashtmi. The music was so mesmerizing that I was completely immersed in the songs, when one particular line of a very famous song struck me. It says, "Kaun kehte hai bhagwan aate nehi, tum Meera ke jayese bulate nehi". I kept thinking about it. How do we know if we have already met God?  In what form do we want to meet God?  In one another epiphanic moment, I realised the idols in the temple have nothing written on them as to what they represent.  Our beliefs, our thoughts and our perception make them supernatural. I can not speak for the people who think God is a wish-granting machine. I stopped asking God to fulfil my wishes since very long. I found it extremely selfish. Instead, as a child I'd talk to them, trying to make conversations. I'd talk and they'd reply.  Even then, their replies were a reflection of how I'd want God to speak. It is almost like the mirror of Erised in Harry Potter. Perhaps God reflects our deepest desires.

So, how do we know the right way to reach God and how do we know if we have already met God? Perhaps to reach God is to reach what "we" want to be for the world. To reach God is how we want to see the world. The thought to look beyond ourselves, to transcend the mortality of "I". Perhaps reaching God is in us. Because God is what we make of it.

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