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Cult fiction!

Last night, a bunch of us visited the ISKCON temple in Atlanta. It was Janmashtami and the celebrations at ISKCON are legendary. The festivities were scheduled to kick off at 6 pm with dance, music and other cultural programs. We reached there around 8 and caught the last part of a dance recital. Then everyone trooped to the temple where the pooja was going on. The marble-floored hall was packed and there was barely any place to stand. As the evening progressed, the crowd only got thicker. What struck me as utterly beautiful was the profusion of non-Indian people. Of the three main priests, two were Afro-American and one was a white American. Most of the temple staff were American and so were a lot of the devotees. There were entire American families, each member wearing the trademark ISKCON sandalwood paste mark on their foreheads. The atmosphere was full of joy and celebration. Around 9 pm, the deities were brought out of the temple into the pandal and the abhishekam started. The deities were bathed with an assortment of things including ghee, milk, honey, turmeric, kumkum. Such a sweet smell emanated from the stage, it was wonderful!

Around 11 pm, everyone trooped inside the temple. The deities were closed off from the crowd by a silken curtain. ‘Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare….’ resounded again and again. As it neared 12 am, more people started crowding inside. The music started ascending to a feverish pitch and it finally reached a crescendo at 12 am as the curtains were drawn apart and everyone rushed forward to catch a sight of the beautifully decorated altar. The idols were so lovely to look at. There were 3 statues to the left, those of Jagannatha of Puri, Subhadra and Balarama. In the centre were the dancing figures of Chaitanya Mahaprabhu and his foremost disciple, Nimbaaraka. To the right were the ever-familiar Radha and Krishna.
You could touch the energy in the hall with your finger, it was that electric. People were singing, dancing, chanting – it was wonderful to watch. Soon after the curtain was unveiled, the priests started pulling off the garlands, tearing them apart and throwing the flowers to the people. Flowers, garlands and fruits were flung towards the eager devotees.

All in all, it was a magical experience and an unforgettable one.

Sometime in the middle of these festivities, I remembered a question someone had asked Gurudev (Sri Sri Ravi Shankar) about cults. He gave such an apt reply as such I had never heard before. He said, ‘Cults are exclusive. Whereas the Art of Living is an all-inclusive community.’ or something along those lines. Such a perfect definition of *cult* as I had never heard before.
In my opinion, the word *cult* is definitely of Western origin. India has been home to spirituality, spiritual masters and saints since time immemorial. Each one of these exalted souls has had his or her own group of devotees and followers. No one ever termed them as *cults*. On the contrary, bhakti has always been known as a wonderful virtue.
People in the West have long associated cults with blind faith and following. Obviously, faith is blind. That which cannot be seen by the eyes is termed as blind and eyes have only limited capability. Faith is an instinct, a deeper and subtler sense and one that can be felt only by the heart. Close your eyes, open your heart and feel the divinity within. Once you have experienced that beauty inside, do you even care if some ignorant person terms your faith as a *cult thing*?

Like George Harrison once remarked, ‘All you need is love – Hari Bol!’