Several beings exist in this world but I am considered as the supreme of all. Birth of every living thing differs while my birth is unique from all. While the living beings take birth from a womb, I take birth from a sculptor’s hand. Wondering what a miracle I am? Then let me enlighten you.
I am an idol, not an ordinary one but an extra-ordinary one. I boast myself so much because every living human urges me at times of trouble and worships me like a devotee. People consider me as an almighty who possess extreme power to weed off their problems and also bless them with bliss and success. Though made of either plaster of paris or by carving of stones and shaped by the sculptor who didn’t imbibe any knowledge in me unlike the humans who are been brought up with values and order of life, I am still the superior of all because of my miraculous avatar.
Indifferent from humans in all ways, from attire till behaviour, I reside in shrines and sometimes even in devotees’ prayers. Generally, people walk miles and miles to take a glimpse of me but sometimes, I rewrite it by appearing before a devotee in a human form. With garlands and flowers, devotees spread their fragrance of love, with their ardent bhajans, they make me overwhelm, with their extreme penance, they melt my heart and that’s why, from such devotees, I never stay apart. As only before me, they fold hands and kneel down, I bless them with their need at times.
Several celebration takes place in my name but only for few occasions like Ganesh Chaturthi and Durga Pooja, people make me look in a special way. Sculpting marvellously and by painting me with the colour of passion, my creator handovers me to my devotee. Then they enjoy my presence by showering the petals of affection, lights of happiness, singing devotional songs with extreme wishes. I cannot say that they woo me but as such I get mesmerized. Thus, when they bid me bye by immersing me in sea, I crave to return to them again to meet their dedication.
Being an idol, sometimes I get to stay at posh and luxurious places and sometimes get washed ashore. Sometimes, I get pleaded to help while sometimes bashed for the miseries. I don’t understand at times, whether to feel happy or sad, but I still admire all my devotees. It’s their love that keeps me fresh with the beautiful aroma of incense stick and brightens the temple with the light of diya lamp. Thus, may they be selfish, for their belief on me, I would always bless them with good knowledge to understand the morality and comprehension to help the needy and self. So, this is me and my autobiography!