That divine connect… The climax of Meditation!

It was a sultry humid day when the sweat just sozzled the cotton and breathing became more and more difficult. I was driving through the water thirsty bumpy roads leading to Vrindavan.

I was to attend the famous “फूल बंगला” and the “रसोई”  at the most revered and religious abode of the LOTUS EYED… The बाँके बिहारी मंदिर।

Since my childhood I have been hearing of the Divinity of the Yamuna city Mathura and Vrindavan. The Divine connect, the positive vibes and the presence of The LORD KRISHNA in every nook and corner of the Holy city. Looking at the raised edifices of umpteen temples and tall Statues of Deities, I really CRAVED to feel that connect.
Soon I was at ramparts of the बाँके बिहारी जी.

I slowly negotiated my way through the horrendous sweating bodies to the Main gates of the temple. The connect was missing.Since there was time for the actual Darshan, some friends suggested to visit other nearby temples. Once again walking through the narrow कुंज गली of Vrindavan, protecting my glasses, mobile and belongings from the hovering monkeys, I proceeded to The राधा रमन Temple.

The heat and humidity was taking toll on my weary legs and psyche.

I was in the portico of the temple surrounded by hoard of भक्त of all colours and creeds. I stood motion less, slightly uncomfortable because of the heat and local stench.

The connect was still missing.

Suddenly the golden thread woven cloth screen was lifted and here I was vis a vis to the Deity.

The audience of the small statue of Radha Raman made the crowd go berserk with chanting of Radhey Radhey. I was standing in a corner looking at The Creator.

A surge of hidden energy suddenly engulfed me. My breathing slowed down and eyes were stoned.

Was this the connect?

Some vibration had taken over me. But still there was something missing.

After a while I proceeded back to the बाँके बिहारी जी.

It was the time of The Arti and the Audience of The मुरली वाला.

I some how managed the maddening crowd and place my aching legs in a corner of the प्राँगण that was beautifully ornate by the fresh roses and jasmine.

The moment was there. Once again the Curtains were drawn apart.

I WAS MESMERIZED by the aura of The God Himself.

The sharp lotus eyes had a magnetizing effect on me. I felt a dissociation with the surroundings. I was alienated from the people who were raising their hands again and again in frenzy and chanting बाँके बिहारी की जय.

I WAS ALONE.
ALONE with the Lord. The Lord of love. The Lord of emotions and sensitivity.

I was senseless and glued to the visions. There was haziness and darkness all around. The LIGHT from the TWO imploring eyes were piercing my soul. I had lost my control. My senses were slaves to the King of the World.

Suddenly my heart leaped out of my mouth and I could feel my eyes watering till a thin stream of tears found their way on my parched cheeks.

I WAS WEEPING.

The KRISHNA had entered me and slaved me. Here I was a minuscule, smaller than the smallest grain of sand. The heat of the ambience had turned into the enormous warmth of LOVE, the crave of BELONGING, sweat of the AFTER MATH.

I had touched the climax of Meditation.

I WAS CONNECTED!

बोल बाँके बिहारी लाल की जय!!