Ringing of Bells You enter the temple, you ring the brass bell. The sacred belief to alert God before entering his house. No one wants to intrude upon privacy preserved for him. Who wants to incur the wrath? The result is a rigour, relentless in ringing― high-pitched music repeating Aum, Aum, Aum ... It is this rigour that I love. The repetition of an ordinary act producing an extraordinary acoustical event. Common men & women transforming into anthropomorphic forms of the divine. The wonder of rigour. I search for God sometimes, mostly outside of where he regularly resides. When I go to a temple, it's here outside, on the steps, I like the most. I see the divine in the eyes of seekers, depending on their devotion to someone I never got to see. It is logical for me to be an atheist or even an agnostic, but I am a firm believer in shapes & sounds, sanity & simplicity. I believe because I want to be happy. I want my heart to be open like my ears, open to the ringing of bells.
Debasis Tripathy works for an IT Company in Bangalore. He also writes – poems and short fiction. His recent work has been featured in Squawk Back, Collidescope, Turnpike, Adelaide Magazine, Kitaab , Punch Magazine & elsewhere. Occasionally, he tweets at @d_basis