"HOMAM"phobia

To begin with,I am putting this to you as a DISCLAIMER NOTE that this post has nothing to do with any specific religion and issues related to it.
This is once again all about what I went through a few days back.

You know what it is and how it is to be to sit idle and stay focused in a HOMAM or Havan or whatever they call it?
Ok let me share my experience with you.
They say that I look like one North-Indian.
Actually I am a 24-carat Tamilian.(That does not mean that I am an Iyer and a Vegan.I can not survive without meat!)
So it was more like a "Saetu" boy turning in to an "Iyer".
So a few days back,I dedicated a couple of days and nights for the sake of my mom and dad as they forced me to sit in front of some empty brick blocks,which apparently were in different shapes:  From Square to Triangle, Circle to Polygons, Amoebic and "E coli"c(the priests are really the "geeky" people who are fond of Engineering drawings).
I was supposed to sit and sit half naked(dirty minds shut your think box!I meant shirtless)in front of a crowd of 75 probably.Okay I am not any Shahrukh or any Hrithik to show off the innumerable packs and the abs I  have. It is only "Sticks and Bones" out here with what I can promise that my body will be a bony feast for "Spike and Tyke".So they made me to sit alongside them, replacing my shirt with a Poonal which was inconvenient at the beginning,that I was periodically adjusting it over my body like a girl who adjusts her fringe of hair over her forehead.

As I am pretty good with the character sketches,let me describe the group of priests who had been there to screw up my gifted two days of vacation.

There was this Main Priest who was probably the only one in the whole group who was looking like a Priest.

There was this another co-priest who was exactly looking like my college senior."This could be the plight of the engineering students",I thought.

and there was one more who was looking like a typical Villain who comes hanging like a bat by the side of a Tata Sumo in a Tollywood movie.

One more was an old man who would fall off if we switch an "Orient PSPO" table fan to his side.

The other one was looking like a "Rice mart" owner who would really shine in any Tamil "country side" movie in a supporting role,provided he is given a chance.

and there were two "helpers kind",one who had a "moulded ghee" face and the other,whose character sketch is "too mainstream" to be given.
As a starter,I was supposed to repeat what the main priest told.It was more like this among the priest group.

The main priest being the Teacher and the "College Senior" and the "Tollywood Villain" being the First Benchers as they were repeating exactly whatever the teacher said.
The Old man was a Middle Bencher like me who was constantly inconsistent that he will miss what the teacher said and would manage to catch up at the end.
And the Moulded Ghee and the "Too cool to be Sketched" were the Last Benchers who were not giving a damn.
I tried to hold on and on for about 3 mins with the priest but finally ended up repeating my Ex's name over and over,which is apparently a Bi Syllabic name to Sync perfectly with the Mantras.(Could not help it and i really can not forget this thing)
And then the real effect of the Homam began with the empty brick blocks coming to use as it was lit up with fire and I was supposed to throw in some wooden sticks and some unidentifiable herbal plants and fruits inside that,whenever they say "swaha".
I just felt sorry for myself to throw all the "plants out of the gazette" for the fact that they contained all the chemicals which are used in making Bombs.I realized that I just cut the ribbon for a new World War 3 (inside the empty bricks though),inhaling all the air coming out from the Tear bomb explosion area as my poor pair of eyes were becoming reddish and glittery that for some seconds I thought that I am transforming into an Hulk.
I knew the mantras were in Sanskrit as I was listening to them and was trying to get the meaning of it with a little knowledge of Hindi in my mind. But all I got was almost all the names of the girls I knew.(at least that part of the day was pretty much fun)
At one point of time I went to the "heights-of-joblessness" that I started to count the numbers of flowers on the garland I was wearing and the petals present in it.
I think I learnt a lot about patience that day and how one can even keep themselves busy even though when they have nothing to do!and most importantly,how can one be as idle as a koala bear when it is awake.

When I looked at this from a different perspective,it only lead me to the "real me" way as there were only questions popping out of my head.
"You do all these for the sake of Human beings.Meanwhile,You kill the insects around the pit?"
You do all these and your life will turn happy overnight?
Do the gods really want us to do all these?
or Is it ?i.e., this whole things is just our Perception of belief which was made up and made up well over ages?I mean..the "Whole Thing" "
I got up from the roosted place to serve my stomach.

And Yes..

"My Name is Karthik,and I am not an Atheist"