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I WILL ASK THESE THREE WISHES IF GOD APPEARS



Imagine God suddenly appears before you. What would you ask? I will explore my own thoughts as my writing proceeds. I don't know what I would ask from God. I would explore my unfiltered, raw thoughts with my writing.

The first thing I will ask would be to go back to history—basically, Indian history. I will go back to the times of Ramayana and Mahabharata.

In Ramayana, I want to meet Mithila Princess Sita. And not Ayodhya Queen Sita. I want to watch her joyful youth years before her marriage when she was happy, full of dreams, and filled with life. I want to witness her visit to Gauri Mandir as a Mithila Princess. Maybe, as I could imagine, she is peacefully sitting in her temple garden with her girl friends. The flowers would have been blooming in her presence. The trees would have been providing extra shade to the divine beauty of the princess. The pond would have crystal-clear water to reflect Sita's serenity.

In Mahabharata, I want to meet Draupadi, the princess of Panchal and the queen of Indraprastha. I want to witness her both as a princess and as a queen. She was fabulous in both. I want to witness her joyful new life years before her marriage. She was born from fire and born young. She must have had the joy of life in her heart, being born young. Unlike us, as we are born as babies who don't have the wisdom to experience the joy of life until we become young. Once young, life's burdens have conquered them, so we no longer have any gratitude towards life.

Next, I want to witness her grand swayamvar, where she gets married to Arjun. Of course, there were instances when Draupadi seemed to be weak—for instance, in her marriage to five Pandavas—because of patriarchy. However, I always focus on what I can learn from the past, and Draupadi has so much to give to women. I want to see her strong arguments, which she raised in court during her disrobing incident (Vastraharan). Seeing her bearing all injustices of patriarchy and still fighting and standing firm against male chauvinism is my long-term dream.

Well, I want to explore so much more in history, like how life originated first, how Homo sapiens arrived, how the Vedas formed, and much more. But I will dedicate a separate blog for it. Let me dig deeper into the present topic.

The second wish I would ask from God is to have Krishna in my life—maybe as a husband, as a lover, as a friend. Krishna is the only person in history who gave respect to women. He danced with the Gopis, gave real meaning to love by his companionship with Radha, was a friend, guide, and protector of Draupadi, and married Rukmini on just one invitation.

[Rukmini wrote a letter to Krishna to marry her, though she never met Krishna. She requested Krishna in the letter to take her away as her brother was forcibly marrying her to someone else. Krishna accepted her request, ran away, and married her.]

The next woman in Krishna's list is Meera Bai; the whole world knows about her devotion.

Where we have extremes, like (1) those who run away from women and treat her as a distraction, lower, or a doorway to hell, and (2) those who see women as just objects of lust, as a tool to continue vansh. The real respect was given by Krishna to women. Why wouldn’t women want such a divine man?

We have already discussed two wishes that I will ask from God. Now let me think of the third one...

To be very honest, I am unable to think of and write down the third wish. Though we have lots of wishes like job, marriage, money, fame, house, travel, etc., I don't see these wishes as worthy of asking. I will get them if they are in my destiny. If I don't get them, then there is no point in asking for them. Maybe it is for my own good that those wishes don't get fulfilled.

And who cares about wishes when God himself appears in front of you? I don't think any wish would remain to be asked. If you get the infinite, why would you ask for the finite? 





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