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<p style="font-size:18px">Why I hate(d) Congress and How did we reach here! </p>



<p style="font-size:18px">I read many articles &ndash; since the day CAB was announced &ndash; to understand what is CAB, what are the consequences for the common man, what does it imply for Indian Muslims. I wanted to be sure that I understand it right before I put the word out in support or against CAB. I chose restraint till then. <em>And I request you to put restraint before you form an opinion out of this article and read till the end.</em><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><em>However, what I observed during all these days has been terrifying. I wanted to go a layer deeper into why we chose to behave(react) the way we do. And the narration below is just one but surely major part of the whole story!</em></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">There has been unrest, violence and an air of hatred which is the most dangerous sentiment of all. The entire social media has been abuzz with #CAB posts, shares, tweets and retweets! Many of them anti-CAB and many pro-CAB! But most of them half-lies and concocted to suit particular interests.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">While these posts have had my attention &ndash; I have been more moved and worried by the kind of information that has been circulating; the kind of stuff people are posting and sharing. I have been so scared of sharing any stuff that I have tried to double check the facts presented in any article and to my surprise &ndash; not many of them presented a completely unbiased picture or story. Opinions, interpretations and uncalled-for inferences presented everywhere.<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">In fact none of them (us) has been sharing the rightful and correct information. And what saddens me even more &ndash; very well educated folks B.Tech/Masters, etc. from NITs, IITs/IIMs and other prestigious institutes of our country are also a part of the bandwagon sharing false or provoking information. (I have started doubting if degrees and institutes define and imply Education). And if you are on twitter, your heads will be hung in shame seeing the kind of content celebrities share. <br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><strong><em>What have we made of ourselves? I cannot stop asking this question over and over.&nbsp;</em></strong><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">We have been sharing inferences by media houses, versions of gossip mongers, interpretations by groups with vested interest (this side or the other &ndash; I actually do not care) and what else we have been sharing is &ndash; loads of emotion via these posts. Unfortunately none of us are sharing the right information we are entitled to.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><em>And I wonder, yet again,&nbsp; what have we made of ourselves. Has too much information and easy access to information blinded us to the difference between right and wrong? Or maybe it has given us the liberty to make our choices freely without fearing for the consequences. (maybe because somewhere deep down we love to believe that we are the majority and not at the receiving end or the witch is not going to hunt us down) Sadly so!</em><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><em>What I do not get is &ndash; does having the right to share our sentiment and opinion means having the right to share hatred posts? Isn&rsquo;t that heinous and shouldn&rsquo;t that be covered under criminal offense in this digital age?</em><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">I thought a lot and a lot about these incidents and what makes people react to situations and circumstances in a particular way in one situation and absolutely differently in some other situation. What makes them choose the wrong over the right?<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><em>I think, it is what you have faced personally, what have you witnessed first hand &ndash; that makes you choose what you choose. Not politics, not inflammatory remarks, not somebody else&rsquo;s pain or agony and nor anyone&rsquo;s comfort &ndash; it is our own prejudices, fears and insecurities that make us choose what we choose.</em><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">All of us just go on to choose the story that suits us and feed the narrative that is already in our heads. And a lot &ndash; a lot of information over the internet has just fed these wolves absolutely the kind of information their brain was craving. And that is what has happened to all of us in this era of internet &ndash; <strong><em>where we want to enjoy freedom of expression but bear no responsibility of restraint!</em></strong><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">While I heard the sentiment/emotion about CAB turning to BJP vs Congress debate to Hindu vs Muslim affair, I kept myself abstained from sharing anything on this topic. For 2 reasons:</p>



<p style="font-size:18px">1. There has been so much opinion (and violence) regarding this that I have not been able to make out what&rsquo;s right and what&rsquo;s wrong in the Amendment Act. And I am still reading to find my way out.</p>



<p style="font-size:18px">2. Secondly, more so because it paints everything into orange vs green. That is one fight I would not want anyone in this world to cry over. <em>Because <strong>Humanity &gt; Religion</strong></em></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">But before that, let&rsquo;s find out how did we reach here! I chose to go back the memory lane. <em><strong>Cut to 2010 &ndash; a decade back!</strong></em></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">I was in Kashmir on a vacation with family &ndash; waiting for my joining letter to my first job &ndash; where there were protests and clampdown. The reason was the desire to disturb Annual Amarnath Yatra in the garb of land allocation that goes to Amarnath Shrine Board. (religion yet again though it was new for me then)<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">The localites had protested citing the change of demographic as the key reason to protest. I was appalled.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">Coming from a family which has folks supporting the right, letftist, socialist and liberals over the family whatsapp group &ndash; it will be tough for you to believe that we had never debated over religion at our home. And to don a hat to understand a situation absolutely in terms of religion seemed so stupid.<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">But then as a matter of fact &ndash; politics doesn&rsquo;t see religion &ndash; it just sees votes. It uses &ldquo;religion&rdquo; as a shield to swing votes. However, in this game &ndash; it ends up making the common man enemy of just another common man. It only divides.<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">On closely following up the issue, this turned out to be exactly the same. While I was in Kashmir, I read more and in detail about Kashmir politics and the preceding decades. And Why was everything so tensed about Kashmir.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><br>That is how I had my first rendezvous with real-picture of Congress and its role in State politics. I do not deny that there have been good Congress leaders at State level, the policy of Congress at Centre about Kashmir has been nothing else but an extension of Appeasement politics that they have been playing across India.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">And that is my <strong>first challenge with Congress</strong>! The &ldquo;<strong>appeasement policy</strong>&rdquo; card that they use everytime they see power running out of their hands. Then be it Muslims, minorities (SC/STs/OBCs) &ndash; under the rule of Congress the General Category &ndash; which is your typical Middle Class Indian Family is just Mango man in a Banana Republic.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">A son/daughter of an IAS father and IAS grand-father (belonging to SC category) &ndash; how is he/she entitled to the benefits of a SC category, I will never get to understand. And in a vast nation like India with increasing competition; I can tell you this is a concern many have. From jobs, to education, to the posts of teachers in colleges and universities, sports, etc., &ldquo;Kuch bhi ho, <em>Bas reservation badha do.&rdquo; </em>The last trump card Congress deploys to increase(keep) its share of votes.This is a very small instance of the problem I am talking about. Scale it up and you will see more than 50% of India reeking of the consequences of such appeasement policies. Why couldn&rsquo;t you create a system that makes minorities an inherent part of the nation&rsquo;s DNA, plainly because it doesn&rsquo;t suit your vote bank politics. You had damn 60years to do so!<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">If you have been in place like Jammu, you would know what it is like to face the changing demographics. In the following years from 2010 till 2014, everytime I went back home &ndash; I saw prime locations being taken over by Islamic trusts (and not even individuals). More and more IT raids happening in the homes of Hindu businessmen, more and more power vested in State controlled affairs to Muslims alone. More and more real estate at entry and exit points being transferred to people of Islamic faith. (The strategy that was deployed in late 80s before the xodus of Pandits in the valley). A complete township getting established for refugees called Rohingyas with many of them being arrested later (under BJP regime) for fake voter cards and ID cards made in a jiffy. Do you want to believe that all of this happened under the nose of the then governments without having the know-how. I cannot.&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><em>It got worse with each trip back home!<br></em></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">Did Congress in their entire span of ruling power of 60 years never felt the need to address any of this? Or was it just oblivion to it. In any which ways &ndash; it was a pure failure on the part of Congress.<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">As things fast forward, the entire india was drenched in number of scams. Only if we could forget 2G/3G, Coalgate, Commonwealth &ndash; to name a few. Here comes my <strong>second challenge</strong> with Congress &ndash; the <strong>audacity you give your team members (read Cabinet)&nbsp; that they can do any kind of shit and still escape with it</strong>! <strong>Being ok with the idea of corruption</strong>. How on this earth can you allow your cabinet to eat the money that is meant for the welfare of the nation and the common man. Taxpayer&rsquo;s money is not your <em>jaagir</em> to consume.<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">And this leads to the <strong>3rd challenge</strong> I have with congress &ndash; <strong>encouragement to sycophancy</strong>. What will the common man do if the entire centre runs on the sentiment &ldquo;<em>tu jaanta hai, main kaun hoon</em>&rdquo;. Bhai tu jo bhi hai &ndash; sabse pehle tu ek citizen hai. Aam nagrik!<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">Congress never fails to disappoint with its approach of <strong>dynast politics</strong>. Madam aur Rahul baba (the way they both are addressed in the corridors) should not get angry. Why bhai. They do not own the country. That is the reason, they do not have a legitimate heir to Congress! The party has turned out to be the shield to protect family legacy and less about what nation wants!<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">Last but not the least, the entire idea of <strong><em>India as one single nation</em></strong> <strong><em>has been missing</em></strong>&nbsp; under the Congress regime. Why so? Particularly because of divisive politics (which they often blame BJP for) but they themselves have fathomed the art like no one else. Be it regional parties, division of the states, causing public to fight amongst each other &ndash; Congress stoops to any level to stay in power or come back in power. <em>And all that at the cost of One Great Nation India was, is and will be.</em><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><strong><em>To summarise, when I think of Congress, I think of:</em></strong></p>



<div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright"><img decoding="async" src="https://thebuswindow.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/placeholder.webp" alt="Truth be Told!" class="wp-image-2151" data-src="http://thebuswindow.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/rk-lakshman.jpg"><figcaption>Truth must be told!</figcaption></figure></div>



<p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong><em>Appeasement Politics</em></strong></p>



<p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong><em>Encouragement to sycophancy</em></strong></p>



<p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong><em>Endless Corruption</em></strong></p>



<p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong><em>Dynasty Politics</em></strong></p>



<p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong><em>Divide and Rule</em></strong></p>



<p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong><em>When I think of Congress, I do not think of India as a single great nation! I do not envision progress. I continue to see India that is still on bullock carts and shitting on the streets with absolutely 0 or no infrastructure.</em></strong><br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px">When I think of all of this in totality &ndash; I can tell you how badly I hate Congress for what they are and what they pretend to be they are!&nbsp;</p>



<p style="font-size:18px">And that is how much badly (better say desperately) I was looking for a change of power at the centre before 2014 General Elections &ndash; just when there was a hue and cry across the nation about how Congress had looted India in preceding 10 years of it being in power!&nbsp;<br></p>



<p style="font-size:18px"><strong><em>But does all of this leaves with no option but to trust BJP blindly?&nbsp;<br></em></strong></p>



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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: 21px;">The Sun Temple Konark is not just another temple. It is a place you visit where <i>The Chakra of Life</i> comes complete</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">I wake up to the vibrations that I could feel, as if in my dreams, just to see 18 missed calls. The driver had tried hard to wake us up with all his possible valour. It is already 8:00 am while we were supposed to leave the hotel by 6:30 am. I thought our desire to visit the so talked about Sun Temple Konark has been left unfulfilled. The driver would have gone by now after trying to reach out to us incessantly. Leaving us without any hint of what to do the entire day and when suddenly the phone rings. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s driver&rdquo;, I shout and immediately pick up the call. I apologise but he calmly says &ldquo;Sir aa jao, I am waiting at the same spot where I was waiting yesterday&rdquo;. I said &ldquo;Ok, give us 30min and we will be there.&rdquo;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We hurry up with all our morning rituals, take a bath, get dressed up and are standing in front of the car in 26 minutes to be precise. And so starts our journey on Day-2 in <a href="http://www.thebuswindow.com/history/bbsr-part-i-bhima-and-manas-a-tale-of-two-priests/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">the city that has bathed in the glory of the traditions and legacy </a>&ndash; with the air that is moist and damp &ndash; the sky that is shrouded in clouds giving the way to sun to shine for a while and then hide back. A city that has a pace of its own. It has been 20-25min and we are out in the hinterlands, viewing large open spaces all around. What we could not enjoy yesterday, we could today.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">I am making pictures in my head about all that could be erotic and tending to be vulgar displayed in the open at the temple. Wondering why such temples were built. While we call this contemporary art form, it lay its foundation more than thousand years ago. And how is that it was perfectly fine to have an ostentatious display of sexual fantasies and positions back then. And how did the people assimilate all this information? I have a swirl of questions going around in my head. &ldquo;We are almost there&rdquo;, says the driver.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We take an auto from the taxi stand which drops us at the gate of the temple. &lsquo;Rs30 for nationals from India, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Nepal and Sri-Lanka and Rs500 all other nations&rsquo; reads the board hanging at the top of the ticket counter. As we enter the temple, there are huge stalls setup selling artefacts, local handicraft, and souvenirs at both sides of the aisle. We walk directly towards the temple ignoring many a callouts to the individual stalls.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">You stand the top of the staircase of the first sanctum. (Yes, this temple used to have 2 sanctum unlike other temples.) It looks nothing but ordinary. A huge playground (or park would be a better word), at the centre of which lies a structure around which people are congregated.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">But as you walk past each and every step, knowing the age of each stone and the legacy of the temple &ndash; you are waow&rsquo;ed rather flabbergasted. It showcases the 166&nbsp;<i>nritya mudras</i>&nbsp;which are engraved on the walls of the first building. Dance &ndash; the expression of life &ndash; captured in those beautifully carved structures mesmerises you. You move a little ahead and see the Sun God in his childhood. You keep moving clockwise and you see the Sun God in his youth and old age. Very much depicting the&nbsp;<i>grahas of life (Brahamacharya, Grihasta, Vanaprastha)</i></span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">While these are depicted at the top of the central temple structure, at the ground level you come across the day-to-day life from when a child is born to when a man and a woman get married and&nbsp;<i>mithuna</i>. The art that depicts minute details like the mornings when you stretch, afternoons when you need a nap to the evenings when the woman is doing a touch-up for the social gathering. There are games that men are engrossed in. From a vidai (rukhsat) of a girl to the welcoming in the new home &ndash; each and every scene from our life is depicted there. And in this huge schema lies the work that depicts sex and sexual positions. From voyeurism to threesome to an orgy &ndash; it depicts all.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><i>The guide murmurs things in your ears which are barely heard left alone understand. And you wonder &ndash; so much hissing for the boldness of our culture. Look at these murals and take pity on yourself &ndash; I really wanted to say this to the guide. Those people had the audacity to build this so beautifully and you (try to) explain that grandeur in your murmurs.&nbsp;</i></span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">While we circumvent around the temple, we see that the entire temple is built over a chariot like structure the base of which has 12 wheels on one side and 12 wheels on the other (over which the entire art is depicted). By looking at the shadow of stick pointed at the centre of these wheels, one could tell time. The half wheels depict the activities of 12 hours of the days time and remaining twelve wheels depict the activities of the night time.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">So much thought! It covers the 24 hours of our day depicted on the 24 wheels and the entire life on a horizontal slab running parallel across the temple. It is like you go there and the entire chakra of your life seems to have come complete. Your entire life comes gushing in front of your eyes. Take a deep breath and sigh!</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">The temple was anything but ordinary! It is an epitome of art, thought and reflection of our own lives &ndash; the depth of which is tough to put in words. It can only be felt. We felt it and we left the place with some (actually quite much) food for thought &ndash; a piece of which you just finished reading.</span></div>
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		<title>[BBSR &#8211; Part I] Bhima and Manas: A Tale of Two Priests</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Karanvir Gupta]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2018 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A day spent in the legacy of the place called Bhubaneshwar, where the time seems to have paused. A glimpse of the 166 Nritya Mudras at Bhubaneshwar Airport it is 11:45 AM when the plane lands with a thud and we wake up to these...</p>
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</i><i>A day spent in the legacy of the place called Bhubaneshwar, where the time seems to have paused.</i></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">it is 11:45 AM when the plane lands with a thud and we wake up to these knee length vegetation all around. As if descended into the wilderness, thinking that may be this is where we always belonged. The airport turns out to be better than the first disposition we had while landing. Interestingly Ola and Uber operate there and the maps take a while before they can recalibrate their compass &ndash; hail amazing internet connectivity. The driver walks us into how the coming days are going to be super crazy because of the <i>Rath Yatra</i>. And the rains have arrived early than they were supposed to be. He sounded like the lady of the house cribbing about the guests arriving early than told. He goes on to explain that it would have taken us more than an hour to reach our hotel from the airport considering the impending traffic and rains clubbed together. Thankfully we were there in 18 minutes!</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We are received with a welcome drink and rose buds. Our luggage is left in room and we immediately rush to the restaurant to hog food. While I don&rsquo;t have a sweet tooth, I don&rsquo;t plan to miss on&nbsp;<i>Chhena Gajja</i>&nbsp;&ndash; which I have heard before that was a speciality there. I go to the reception to check for what all can be visited in the same day and if they could arrange a cab for this city tour. Immediately a man arrives from nowhere behind the reception, walks me briskly away from there and starts telling me the plans, amount he generally charges and discounted prices considering we were staying there. I did my rough calculation on what an Ola Rental would cost me and immediately settled for the driver.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">He takes us to&nbsp;<i>Shanti Stupa</i>&nbsp;&ndash; atop the&nbsp;<i>Dhauli hill</i>&nbsp;&ndash; the name contradictory to the very fact that the war of Kalinga was fought there on the banks of river Daya. We make a move and reach&nbsp;<i>Raja-Rani</i>&nbsp;temple which has an aisle between the parks (garden maybe) on the both sides and fallen on the floor were&nbsp;<i>Motiya&nbsp;</i>(Jasmine) flowers . The entire ambience looked rather shady and we hurried up our stroll. Now we were on our way to much anticipated&nbsp;<i>Lingaraj Temple</i>&nbsp;&ndash; The King of the Twelve&nbsp;<i>Lingas</i>&nbsp;as we were told. The temple is an&nbsp;<i>aap-shambu</i>&nbsp;(erecting from the earth on its own). The only temple to host Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva together.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We haven&rsquo;t yet reached the temple when we enter smaller by-lane after by-lane. I in my thoughts am in much anticipation that now the driver will take a turn which will open my view to large open spaces and hinterland. The air will turn cool and the touch of the breeze will get gentler as soon as I approach the temple. None of that happened and the car stopped suddenly when I asked the driver what happened. &ldquo;We reached&rdquo;, said the driver. It was just some 100 steps before we could get our shoes off and then enter the temple.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We had just got our shoes off, taken the token when a man in his revealing attire came to us. He claimed to have known temple inside-out. H would show us the areas that we would miss on if we visit the temple on our own. Despite our repetitive denial, he charmed us into his sales pitch. He had identified his customer for the day. After walking a few steps I noticed <i>Rudraksh mala</i> hanging in his neck along with&nbsp;<i>Janyaoon</i>&nbsp;(the sacred thread). His silken smooth dhoti buzzed in the wind. A few steps more and we heard him reciting mantras. There were multiple temples inside the arena. Only when he entered the sanctum and started doing Pooja and offering ablutions &ndash; we could realise that he was a priest.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">He took us to the main sanctum sanctorum of the temple and made us looked at the mast and three tier architecture of the temple. It was when I saw the Half <i>Trishul</i> and Half <i>Dhanush</i>, is when I stood amused. There are so many stories around us &ndash; some of them impinged in the history with monuments of such grandeur and how oblivion we are to so many of these. We offered our obeisance there and entered the temple to pray the main diety. There we met another man &ndash; wrapped in yellow dhoti with zari border standing just below the bells that we would ring. His body like that of a warrior &ndash; wearing a shining armour of gold. His fingers that did all the explaining were glistening with gold and precious jewels. It looked like that was the way priests defined their power and supremacy over the peers.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">Now the dots seemed to connect. the junior priests will get the visitors from the entrance and hand them over to the senior priest who will do the more meaningful talk (than just acting as a guide) and shower the blessings on the&nbsp;<i>sharanaarthi</i>. He asked us our <i>Gautra</i>, the names of the family members, both mine and my wife&rsquo;s which seemed very contemporary and appealing. Relevancy at its best. They asked us to discuss among ourselves one wish which we both would want to be fulfilled &ndash; an impromptu test of how good the wheels of the same chariot we were. All in an utmost professional manner.</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">Post that point both the priests walked together with us &ndash; took us to 2-3 other temples in the same vicinity and finally to the Nandi. &ldquo;Lord Shiva might miss to hear you sometime but what goes into the ears of nandi, never gets a miss from Lord Shiva&rdquo;, said one of them. We went ahead and murmured into the ears of Nandi bull. We were given&nbsp;<i>prashad</i>&nbsp;to take back home and share. I was about to move when I saw behind them that all the priests were standing in a pair of two. Probably that was how they teamed up for their task.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We had just started moving when I turned back and asked, what are your names? Bhima said the senior priest and Manas said the other. They waved off their hands at us suddenly making the palms face us in a gesture of showering blessings. Trapped between just another individuals and yet shying away in the role of the priests.&nbsp;</span></div>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">We came out puzzled, sweating yet happily &ndash; all set to visit The Sun Temple Konark the next day.&nbsp;</span></div>
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