This was submitted for a contest in my company's internal blog for the topic 'Finding God'
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Search begins at home (derived from charity begins at home
) Sticking to that tradition, biting a piece of dairy milk (Shubh Aarambh you
see
),I asked my mom when she was busy cooking, “Amma… What’s your take about
God? Do you know where to find Him?” My mom didn’t even give a second
thought “Why do you want to know? To trouble Him
too? Atleast let Him be in peace! Do you think you can distract me with your so
called intellectual questions? Your cupboard is still as messy as your hair
*simultaneously pushes my curls from falling on my face* , bed is not done…I
asked you to dust all the windows…Am sure you didn’t even attempt to take that
dusting cloth yet! What have you done to your T shirt…*I attempted
replying* Don’t use that tone and look with me… How
many times to tell you not to wipe your mouth with it” Clearly knowing
that I will be ripped to pieces before I could even draft my final round post, I
slowly slipped out! *scribbled the first attempt in
my notepad* I dropped the idea of asking my dad as he might say “This is why you should watch news instead of watching
unwanted programmes… Had you kept yourself updated, you wouldn’t be looking out
for answers”.Sigh!
I visited Kalakshetra to pick up my niece from her music classes. My sister
stopped for a quick chat with her music teacher . I heard her tell, “Music is divine…It gets you closer to God” *point noted* I heard another one reframe that
sentence “Dance or music *must be a
dance teacher* Any art forms for that matter
gets you closer to God… It helps you find inner peace”I was reminded of
Kungu Fu Panda and made note of it too!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Search begins at home (derived from charity begins at home
) Sticking to that tradition, biting a piece of dairy milk (Shubh Aarambh you
see
),I asked my mom when she was busy cooking, “Amma… What’s your take about
God? Do you know where to find Him?” My mom didn’t even give a second
thought “Why do you want to know? To trouble Him
too? Atleast let Him be in peace! Do you think you can distract me with your so
called intellectual questions? Your cupboard is still as messy as your hair
*simultaneously pushes my curls from falling on my face* , bed is not done…I
asked you to dust all the windows…Am sure you didn’t even attempt to take that
dusting cloth yet! What have you done to your T shirt…*I attempted
replying* Don’t use that tone and look with me… How
many times to tell you not to wipe your mouth with it” Clearly knowing
that I will be ripped to pieces before I could even draft my final round post, I
slowly slipped out! *scribbled the first attempt in
my notepad* I dropped the idea of asking my dad as he might say “This is why you should watch news instead of watching
unwanted programmes… Had you kept yourself updated, you wouldn’t be looking out
for answers”.Sigh!
One fine day, my friend and me visited a restaurant
after a tedious round of shopping 
We were super hungry.We placed the order and waited patiently for it to arrive.
Every single time the door opened, my friend sincerely asked ‘Is this the waiter who took our
order…check’.Before I could see and make a judgement, he would turn in a
different direction to go to the next table. When hunger took over , the saviour
arrived to protect the world from 2 to-be cannibals. We made very less efforts
to hide our zero patience level at the sight of food. TV was in sync with our
mindvoice and played the scene from Thenali where Kamal tells ‘Neengal verum machhan illai…Deiva Macchan’ as he
laid out the dishes on our table. As soon as my friend took the first bite, she
remarked ‘Tastes Divine!’ closing her eyes
to savour the moment. *searched notepad frantically
in spite of the hunger and made a note* On the way back home, there was
an elderly couple distributing food packets to few people who were dressed in
rags. I found the mom of two little ones in that crowd to fold her palms as a
token of her gratitude and added that the couple was sent by God to help them
*point noted*
We were super hungry.We placed the order and waited patiently for it to arrive.
Every single time the door opened, my friend sincerely asked ‘Is this the waiter who took our
order…check’.Before I could see and make a judgement, he would turn in a
different direction to go to the next table. When hunger took over , the saviour
arrived to protect the world from 2 to-be cannibals. We made very less efforts
to hide our zero patience level at the sight of food. TV was in sync with our
mindvoice and played the scene from Thenali where Kamal tells ‘Neengal verum machhan illai…Deiva Macchan’ as he
laid out the dishes on our table. As soon as my friend took the first bite, she
remarked ‘Tastes Divine!’ closing her eyes
to savour the moment. *searched notepad frantically
in spite of the hunger and made a note* On the way back home, there was
an elderly couple distributing food packets to few people who were dressed in
rags. I found the mom of two little ones in that crowd to fold her palms as a
token of her gratitude and added that the couple was sent by God to help them
*point noted*
I decided that it was high time that I reach out for
some expert advice. I asked my paati (grandma). She was thrilled and called
out with all the possible energy that her fragile body could produce ‘Kozhandhai evlo azhaga kekardhu paaru… Evlo periya
vishayatha patthi kekara…Kannu pattra pordhu…Dhrishti sutthi podanam’
(She was just expressing how proud she was to hear such a question from
me #feelingshy
)After the initial hungama and hush-hush about it’s the right time to take the
wedding topic (I don’t know how every topic leads to this point 
) she started with her gyaan about the theory of God being omnipresent. At one
point, the information was getting over my head and I stopped scribbling on my
notepad. My grandma has the habit of calling out God names while getting up or
sitting down. That day, due to the preceding conversation that we had, she added
‘Iyyapa…nee enga pa iruka’ only to hear the
plumber respond ‘Paati ma… inga dhan iruken… tap
maathitu irukken.’ God
is truly omnipresent…Whatte quick response!
When I sat down to analyse the points I received, I was able to summarize as
below
)After the initial hungama and hush-hush about it’s the right time to take the
wedding topic (I don’t know how every topic leads to this point
) she started with her gyaan about the theory of God being omnipresent. At one
point, the information was getting over my head and I stopped scribbling on my
notepad. My grandma has the habit of calling out God names while getting up or
sitting down. That day, due to the preceding conversation that we had, she added
‘Iyyapa…nee enga pa iruka’ only to hear the
plumber respond ‘Paati ma… inga dhan iruken… tap
maathitu irukken.’ God
is truly omnipresent…Whatte quick response!
Points got at home,
At Kalakshetra,
At restaurant,
As I write these last few lines, I am reminded of a brilliant scene from Anbe Sivam where Madhavan enters a first aid camp and sees a boy with his (rare) blood group bleeding…The kid dies in spite of the blood transfusion…Maddy is heart broken and has a superb conversation with Kamal.
Excerpts from it
Madhavan: “Oh.. Yaar antha kadavul..” (Kamal points his finger towards Madhavan).
Kamal: Munna pinna theriyatha oruthanuku kanneer vidariaye athan kadavul
Madhavan: Enna thideernu indha panivu..
Kamal: Ean na naanum Kadavul.
Link to the full scene with subtitles: https://youtu.be/Pg3spKxKQ1c
Anything/anyone that brings happiness with his/her actions is related to divinity or God sent. G(o)od in each person is that ‘secret ingredient’ to make this world a better place to live in.
