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Faith Or Fever

In scorching heat, I saw the bare legs; old legs, young legs, small legs, big legs, weary legs, passionate legs, wounded legs, bandaged legs. A twinkling decorated wooden stick, with two small sized pots hanging at its two ends, oscillating front and back was reflecting a typical austerity. Clad in keshariya half trousers and shirts, layering against their sweated scorched body were moving with a restoring chant of “Bole Bum”. Yes, I am talking about ‘Kanwariyas

                   
While moving out from Kanpur to Allahabad, police force with arms, smoke coming out of dying flames of two burned trucks was creating a dreaded picture. Soon it was revealed to me, it is done by some kanwariyas, in revenge to their deceased fellow. Later I found this is not only happened this year, but previous year same thing happened. There are many incidents like forcibly sitting down in the train, misbehaving with the people. Are they not tarnishing their image?
These incidents put many questions about their reverence, faith and beliefs. I do not know whether it is the faith or a mere fashion that is attracting mass of people from every class of every age. But whatever it is, these incidents leave a black stain on HINDUISM.
*All photos are taken by me by my mobile....

Comments

Yayaver said…
fever man... blind faith, no thinking process.
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
yes,I completely agree...
these are the sick people who never dare to think as an individual..they are like zombies, a mechanical, thoughtless person...
BK Chowla said…
This happens regularly when Kanvads travel from Delhi to Haridwar.
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
it seems like a tradition more or less for these people, their worship can not complete without burning of trucks( Yajna)

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