After
an excellent Christmas at Agra
in 2012 it was time for
a decent Christmas celebration in 2013.
Why I
call the Christmas in 2012 excellent?
1. It
was the first Christmas self and my catholic wife were spending together in India.
2. We
were very new in Agra
and did not have a home our shelter was a hotel
room and we were changing
hotels on 25th December.
3. Agra was bitterly cold and
foggy with almost no sun.
4. I
had joined a new job and my office was open on Christmas day.
5. I
did not have a transport of my own.
6. The
road in Agra,
dark without street lights and deserted
as night as falls, which ultimately
gives you a feeling of insecurity.
When I
returned back from work it was already 8-30 pm.
It was bitter cold out the dark
roads were empty with a thick fog cover.
It did not seem like it was Christmas,
A day of celebration and
merry making. Just like another cold winter night.
People prefer to stay indoors for the biting cold.
I was happy to find that my
wife had managed to move to the new hotel alone,
with our huge luggage.
Although
we wanted to spend the evening outside,
the dark deserted and foggy roads
prompted us not to risk venturing outside.
We ate our quiet simple Christmas dinner
in the hotels dining room.
On that day I said to myself, the next Christmas we
will not be in Agra.
On 24
December, 2013, afternoon we reached Pondicherry
(also called Puducherry)
a French colony for many years, now a union territory
of free India.
It has a fair amount of Christian population.
After checking into our hotel we
walked down to the nearest
Catholic Church on Mission
road.
It was
an old church whose cleanliness,
inside decor and paintings on the dome
thrilled us.
The Church was gearing up for the last minute preparation.
The big
number of chairs in the open space suggested there
will be a huge turnout for
the mid-night mass.
The priest also said that we must come well before the mass
begins to have a seat.
The
only concern left was how safe are the streets of Pondicherry after mid-night?
we have to walk
back to our hotel after the mass.
Everybody we asked said that the streets are
safe and secure even after mid-night.
Pondicherry being in south India
has a tropical climate so houses have no fire-place or chimneys.
Santa has to
come through the door. On our way to the church after dinner we
saw women and
kids busy putting up colorful Rangoli designs in front of their house.
The
shops along the street were brightly lit up, had decorated Christmas tree
and other
Christmas decorations, “in the air there is the feeling of Christmas”.
The road in front of the church was cordoned off and no traffic movement
or parking of vehicles was allowed.
People who did not get a place inside the church sat outside for the mass.
The
mass started a bit late and stretched for two hours and was in Tamil,
the
language we Do Not Understand. Never mind be it in any language God is God.
My
wife was very happy as we walked back at 2-30 am to our hotel with our hearts
filled with Joy.
It was
a Merry Christmas after all.
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