Diary 03 #littlethingsinlife: An old Hindi man.

Hey guys sorry for MIA these past few weeks, I’ve been waiting for some inspiration to hit me 🙂

And now it did. Although it is very late, I’m here to give you guys a small but potent dose of #positivity 🙂

It all started during a trip with David to Ipoh. We went there with the sole purpose of wandering around aimlessly.

I was in the middle of telling him a funny story about my childhood when he randomly took a turn… and we ended up in the middle of nowhere.

I gazed in front and took in the scenery. A flat piece of ground lay on our right, choke-full with weeds and dust that swayed and stirred with every billow of buoyant wind. A small stretch of cement road lay in front of us. To our left, a beautiful little Hindu temple sat on a bed of dandelions.

I stepped down from the vehicle and drank in the vibrant colours of the temple, breathing in the dancing wind, which brought forth the rustles of the trees nearby. I could feel the colourful souls of the Indian temple. I saw a purple Gandhi in the corner. Deities in shades of rose, pink, aquamarine, and violet wore yellow and white flower wreaths around their necks. Both of us were admiring the intricate architectural elements when we saw him.

He was walking barefooted towards us, his weather-beaten face crinkled into a smile. He had a plastic full of traditional cakes in one hand and a bunch of keys in another.

We walked towards him, initially intending to ask him for the way back, when he said: Welcome, come in come in”. I had reservations. I told him that because I was wearing shorts, I don’t know if I could pad around his sacred grounds.

This old Hindu, however, shrugged his shoulders and chortled. He waved his hands back and forth, and told us:

We don’t mind what you wear. We don’t discriminate what anyone wears. We see young Indian girls wearing singlets, tank tops, and mini skirts, and we welcome them. We see Chinese girls like you wearing shorts or tights, and we welcome them too. We see Muslims, and even though we are not allowed in their masjid, we welcome them into ours as well. As long as you have a true heart, you’ll be welcomed.

We followed him around the temple. He was a talkative old man, and he loved to laugh and smile. He taught us a lot about the ways that Hindus pray, and we followed suit. He sat down and talked to us about his wife who is battling against illness, and how he always come here to pray for his wife to get better.

When we’ve spent enough time in the temple, we bid him a farewell. When I gazed back at him at him through the rearview mirror, I could see a glimmer of tears in his eyes. I felt like tearing up myself 😦 He was kind, generous, and sweet… A man of his age shouldn’t be worrying about all those stuff. He should be at home surrounded by his children and his doting grandchildren, living his life peacefully with his wife, not having to experience all that shit…

I’m sharing this little story of mine because I believe that the world needs more people like him. He may be old and frail, but his heart is what makes him so lovable. His little speech which I’ve wrote, is an indicator of how religion should be, loving and open to all people without discrimination. I mean, isn’t that what religion is about? To be a safe haven for a person’s soul? To welcome anyone as long as their hearts are true?

Nowadays a lot of religious bodies view humans from the outside rather than on the inside. Religion tends to judge people from their appearance. Some say that shorts are a disgrace to religious places, and that people who wear shorts, skirts, and whatnot are not worthy of purification. But let me ask these people, is purification really about purifying the physical body?

Some religious bodies have gone astray from the true meaning of religion. I urge those who have used religion as a means to judge someone radically about his or her appearance to stop doing that. One’s appearance isn’t a true depiction of one’s soul, nor is it a true portrayal about one’s heart.

I’ve seen people placing deities in their cars, which is an indicator of their strong faith in their religions.

And yet from what I’ve seen…

These are normally driven by those who break the law.
These are normally driven by those who drive drunk.
These are normally driven by those who think that they are part of the Fast and Furious gang.
These are normally driven by those who are rude and inconsiderate to other users of the road.
These are normally driven by those who are cruel.

Let me ask you, are the characteristics mentioned above indicate someone who is of true faith?

A true believer or a true person, will not do such things.

Putting deities in your car does not automatically show that you are a good person.

You may be a good person in a temple/church/masjid/etc, but it doesn’t mean that you should stop being a good person when you step out from these places of worship.


Be like him. Be kind; be passionate; don’t discriminate; stay true.

I miss this old Hindu man. I never saw him again, but I can still remember his smile, and the purity of his soul lights up mine as well.

I hope he is alright, and may the stars guard over him. Always.



Bookish Blue.


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