Hearing the continuous, rather monotonous chanting of the monks reciting their scriptures brings me back. To the night where Ong-Ong brought Angie and I on his motorcycle to the newly built Buddhist temple.
After observing the passing over ceremony for some time, Ong Ong asked, “how do you feel?”
I was ignorant and replied “tired”, but it made him laugh.
It’s refreshing to see how the religious leaders prayed for the country on Martyr’s day.
A different scenario now. It is late, sombre and a certain hollowness laid subconsciously in everyone. Staying up with my sister and cousins to watch over my late aunt’s funeral on the first night.
I am humbled by the love and unity I see in this big family, by the support shown by girl and glens friends. I wonder if the ppl who have less material possessions are more in touch with the humans around them while those with riches aren’t as compassionate. Because they are busy trying to get ahead of their peers, and stay ahead. It is sad that there is a trace of truth in this.
The other thing is… it seems that some religions have more elaborate ceremonies/procedures than the others. In Christianity, there is the weekly Sunday service. Taoism; a believer has to offer the joss sticks once a day. Funerals - one has to fold the incense paper and burn them to “guide” one’s deceased relative. For Christians, there is no burning of incense nor joss sticks. Herein lies the conundrum. Be the lazy granddaughter/niece/daughter who is not lifting a finger to help with all these. Or. To participate in religious rites with the nagging sense that you’re not keeping your actions in line with your faith.