Sunday, February 18, 2018

St. Andrew's Church, Bandra @ 18-Feb. 2018

Takes of a different kind @ from the land of the dead!
It was a different experience altogether today. The trip was to St. Andrews Church at Bandra. What struck me more than the features of the 402 year old holy place was the graveyard attached to it.
Flowers had a significance & importance different from what we normally know them for. All types of collection were there; there were silly handmade nosegays, elaborate bouquets, the large wreaths, there were garlands and there were single roses too all around the place. Probably because of Sunday, the quantities were large. Some of them were accompanied by candles (some were white and some were of red wax, some burning and some burnt).
There was an eerie silence in the air. The serenity disturbed only by the visit by the near-and-dear ones. Some strolled to the place where their acquaintances were buried and went back after making a silent prayers, placing flower(s), lighting a candle (or a combination of these activities) and taking a bow. While some others chose to stroll through the entire open space like us.
The remembrances section had its own importance. Imagine thousands of names of those who have long departed have nothing to claim on this Earth but for a 1 ½ ft by 3 ft. space with their names engraved / carved out on them. Some seemed to be neglected (read: not many remembered them) as was evident from the quality of their etchings while some seemed to have been remembered regularly who also took the pains of taking the pains of ensuring the names are clearly visible by any onlooker.
There was a family section (reserved in advance by the family), a normal section and there was one which had infants. With passage of time, the space is getting limited with each passing day. Interspersed among them were the graves of some of the ex-priests of the same Church. Needless to say, because of the 4 centuries of age, we had death days well spread throughout the last few centuries.
Felt bad trampling on the graves with names written on them; but could not help despite the best of our abilities because of the proximities of the same. Even the entrance area to the Church is also cluttered with many a names.


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