Marching Mass

Been thinking quite a bit about faith, spirituality… and where you are!
Had a much needed conversation regarding the topic with a pastor’s wife this morning.
I think it was good.
Made me reflect where I am.
Interestingly, today was also the annual procession conducted by the Catholic community in Shillong.
Faith is within…
Religion feels colorful.
Do not understand the little angels, altar boys, motionless priest, and red umbrellas but it itched from within.
They have their reasons, I have mine.

And, I am posting a poem I memorized in fifth grade.
Still remember it and echoes my thoughts today…

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

-Thomas Hood

importance of india-pakistan cricket…

It was a little after eight this morning when I caught a cab and made way to Beat House, Laitumkrah. The cab ride is a shared system as people wave and drivers pick passengers along the way.
By the time we got to Police Point, Laitumkrah; the cops were motioning to stop the vehicle. It’s early morning and perhaps it’s some sort of random checking for Diwali, I thought…
But noooo… the three men in uniform just wanted to know who won the India – Pakistan match last night. Taking cue, the driver turned his engine off and chit-chatted for a bit. Blamed Afridi for the winning shots and expressed his dissatisfaction before he realized that there were two passengers in the cab who needed to reach elsewhere… so, the engines were turned back on and the ride procedded before I got off at Beat House and the next guy traveled further.

(In case it’s not clear yet, Pakistan won the match. A disheartening gift for Indians during Diwali).