Recently, I was talking to this friend of mine. We are this one weird duo, fans of shows like The Big Bang Theory, Sherlock and Mahabharat, to the extent that he calls me Wolowitz, Sherlock and Arjuna, while I call him Sheldon, Moriarty and Karna. We share a lot more than just common fandom. Anyways, what made made my conversation with him particularly interesting was that we were talking about a book, called “Karna’s Wife: The Outcast’s Queen” by Author Kavita Kane. After the call, I had an interesting revelation.
About two to three years ago, religion, traditions, culture, mythology and the like would not have made much sense to me. I would have probably categorized myself as an atheist. Not that I did not follow any customs and showed disrespect, but I would urge my family to not follow traditions blindly, just because our ancestors told us to do, and appreciate the intention of such practices before following them. The revolt against traditions triggered my separation from the idea of what other people call God. And this naturally put me and my grandmother at a constant war of words.
But, over the holidays of my Grade X, before getting into college, I saw a remarkable change in my attitude towards the concept of God itself. A very instrumental role was that of Amish Tripathi’s “Shiva Trilogy”, which showcased a promising link between reality as well as mythology. The three books were a real eye opener for me. It widened the horizon of my thinking. It came to me as a shock when I found that all my ideas were primitive and I had narrowed my thinking to the extent that I had shut my receptivity to new ideas completely. Then with college beginning and meeting new friends and ideas gave me a better clarity in my head. Having joined a course to be trained for writing the JEE exam, my aptitude for science grew and I was in a position to evaluate many situations, which to most of us would sound supernatural, in a possibly scientific way.
Then, the show Mahabharat started on Star Plus. This, my friends was the real turning point. I never missed an episode, be it my exams or anything else. I would watch the impressive graphics and partial Sanskrit dialect, and talk almost everyday to my friends at college about it. We would cook up interesting ideas relating to the scenes of the epic, like proposing that Bhima’s mace had a built in Van de Graaff generator, how Karna’s armor was probably a Tesla shield or even made of Vibranium and so on.
Though we spoke of these ideas just to pass time, I was genuinely surprised when I could make scientific and technical connection with normally supernatural scenarios. The two years of my PUC was a period of complete transition, from not accepting anything without understanding the logic behind it, to accepting new ideas in the hope that some day, I shall learn enough to understand and explain it myself. That has made me more receptive to ideas today, more interested to understand the latest scientific developments, more keen to look forward for the greater good, stay optimistic and all the more hopeful.
The transition in these two years made me realize that time is the best healer. It will help you gain clarity when your thoughts are fogged by the misconceptions planted in your mind. Giving things time will enlarge your perspective and you will be able to comprehend things better. To the maximum degree possible, we should let things take on its own course, because we can never see the big picture in the middle of a process that will somehow have its impact on our destiny. One fine day, we’ll be happy of the changes that time has brought within us.
Time is a river. The moment we figure out that both swimming upstream or downstream is hazardous, and just going with the flow will help us make an effortless journey through life, that is when we can sync with time and this journey becomes smoother. Ultimately that is all we need.