I have posted something similar some time ago, so if it rings a bell, stop reading and go about your business.
If you have nothing interesting to do - keep reading .
This morning, I woke a little later than normal. You see , it's a holiday and we have a long weekend, so am making the best of it.
I am usually up and about by around 4.45 am - having tea, reading the news papers, looking at my mail to see if I have inherited a fortune from some unknown relative , checking Facebook and wishing people for their birthdays, then finally opening WhatsApp- not necessarily in that order.
And there it was. A close friend wishing me a Happy Feast day. Thanks FM and MM.
At first I did a double take but then realized that today is the feast of St Michael the archangel.
So hear I was- smiling - Happy Feast day to me and all that ! Yippee.
Almost like Father's day - hardly anyone remembers, till you remind them.
Quite unlike Mother' s day which is celebrated with flowers, gifts and dinners twice or thrice a year !
Anyway, back to my Feast day.
Archangels are leaders so I got that right .
Meanwhile , am thinking of the other angelic qualities I possess.
Now please don't start sending me messages about how good I am - I already know that - okay!
But on to something different.
I probably have done a similar post but I can't seem to trace it. Old age and all.
As a young boy I was a parishioner of St Patrick's Church in Allahabad- India.
For the purists , it's now Pryagraj.
The parish priest was Fr Germain. Old residents would probably remember him.
He was a good human being and the youth of the parish gravitated towards him, as he was young at heart- like me now!
As a young teen - or probably a preteen, I observed that he had a comfortable residence , rode a scooter , and had a fridge- all luxuries back in the day. There was also a cook and a cleaning lady.
I was a timid young boy with no idea as to what I would do in the future. I also knew that there was no ' family inheritance ' to look forward to.
So I began fancying myself becoming a priest.
I fathomed that it was an easy job. I would be assured of food , accommodation , clothing and money. To top it all, everyone would call me ' Father ' . I didn't exactly fancy studying.
For two or three years I toyed with this lovely idea.
I , with a few friends , spent a lot of time helping out in church, serving at Mass, doing petty chores, attending all services etc. I was a good little Christian boy.
At home, I also acted out being a priest, and doused my cousins by sprinkling them with plenty of tap water ! There were also the imaginary confessions and I often fantisized about people telling me their sins!
It was a lot of fun.
At church we were in the limelight- had a free run of the mango and guava trees , were occasionally given ten rupees to have a Dosa and were permitted to hang around in church at will. And there were girls !
Then came the teenage years and with that came innumerable distractions , and music, and my band, and parties and without much thought, the vision for my future changed almost overnight .
So although I didn't end up wearing a cassock and being called father I ended up as a teacher being called Sir.
So - today is my Feast day, and I will make sure to say a silent prayer to St Michael the archangel , to bless me and all my lovely friends .