Someone recently hosted a havan, inviting priests to perform the ritual. Afterward, he proudly claimed success in organizing such an elaborate event.
But what exactly are we celebrating? We don’t know the prayers ourselves, relying on the priests to chant them.
Even if we can chant them ourselves, is out diction and pronunciation and intonation perfect?
Even if we know the words, do we understand their meanings?
Even with understanding, our minds wander, lacking true devotion.
And even if we achieve that, the prayers are merely borrowed—created by ancient Rishis, who themselves credit the divine.
So, what is all this ego for?