Almost twenty years ago I
attended a week-long retreat at a religious centre in Kerala. A few circumstances in my life had conspired
together to throw my inner life into absolute chaos. When you are going through a protracted
ordeal, you are quite sure to attract a lot of well-wishers. Though many of these well-wishers are
actually people who derive a secret delight by peeping into your agony, a few
of them are genuinely interested in putting into practise all their pastoral skills. A universal verdict was passed by all those
who claimed to have diagnosed the condition of my soul: that I should attend a
retreat.
A Catholic retreat usually
consists of a series of sermons or religious lectures interspersed with prayer
services culminating in the purgation of one’s sins through the
confession. Like the drowning man
clutching at the floating straw, I embraced the retreat as fanatically as I
could.
The preacher, the retreat
guru, was informed by some of my well-wishers much before I enlisted about all
the cardinal sins that had eaten into my soul like a pernicious cancer. So I was the particular focus of the preacher’s
devout attention throughout the retreat.
When the week was finally over – what a relief it was to be liberated! –
I packed my bag and went to bid goodbye to the preacher. There he was standing just at the gate of the
retreat centre looking eager to ensure that I left the place. As
soon as he saw me approaching he joined his palms in a fervent Namaste. His demeanour reminded me of Father Zosima in
Dostoevsky’s Karamazov Brothers.
Dmitri Karamazov is a very
troubled soul in the novel. He is
passionate, headstrong and reckless. He
goes to Father Zosima’s monastery to settle his quarrel with his father with
the help of the monk. Far from coming to
an amicable resolution of their problem, the father and the son shout at each
other in the presence of the monk.
Father Zosima suddenly kneels and bows his head to the ground at Dmitri’s
feet.
Father Zosima later attributed
his gesture to his foresight of the great suffering that awaited Dmitri.
My retreat preacher’s
demeanour has remained in my memory like a vignette. I abandoned religion altogether a little
after the retreat. Religion failed to
dispel the darkness that was apparently smothering my soul. But there was no way of extricating my soul
from my religious well-wishers. Hence I
quit my job and left the place once and for all.
A new place. A new beginning. Many years passed in peace since there were
no altruistic well-wishers in the new place.
Nevertheless, the vignette continues to remain in my mind with undaunted
tenacity. Looking back at those days, I
sometimes miss those well-wishers who gifted me the vignette.
PS. This post was provoked by the latest theme at Indispire: #Missme
Some people just fail to understand the futility of religious lectures when they come across a true seeker of answers. I prefer silently trudging my path to find truth, so as not to get the attention of such well-wishers :)
ReplyDeleteThere are always a few people who view themselves as the sole custodians of truth. I was fortunate enough to escape their attention for a pretty long while. But gods have an uncanny knack for catching up with people like me, I think. :)
DeleteBrilliant comment on society and religion. #Respect Sir
ReplyDeleteLife is a great teacher, Lata. Interestingly the more people tried to make me religious, the more I grew to detest it.
DeleteOur society is full of such self proclaimed experts on everything - or as you called, custodians of truth. Many a times I feel that people listen to these lectures or indulge in religious activities more as a peer/societal pressure than any other reason spiritual or whatsoever...
ReplyDeleteWhose concern is spirituality? Religious organizations have more wealth than any others. And they don't even pay taxes!
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