The pilgrimage to Sabarimala is by no means a fun trip. To most people, it is a very serious affair involving great piety. It is a spiritual journey that puts to the test both your physical endurance and willpower. Devotees rigorously follow the prescribed ascetic life believed to be a prerequisite to making the pilgrimage and consider it a great blessing to be able to climb the hill. They patiently wait their turn in 6 or 7-hour long queues to get barely a glimpse of the deity in the sanctum sanctorum. A couple of seconds is all they get and I bet you, the moment they come in front of the deity, they close their eyes.
That my friends, is that inexplicable thing called faith. One of the things the Bard was talking about when he said:
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Could the recent Sabarimala tragedy have been prevented?