Sunday, February 8, 2009
I See God
The dilemma of how to define God has driven me crazy all my life. I had this very bright charm of luck on my side that the family I have today, was granted to me. Born and brought up in Hindu culture, since my springtime of life I portrayed thousands of Gods depicted to be dressed in unusual clothing and eye catching glittering jewellery. The places they were depicted to be in were like walking around in the hazy mist of a dream. There used to be a big festival or two every month and they all carried with them a saga of historic events which can, even now be found in any holy book. As a child, I always cherished to be fed with such fables, thanks to their captivating concept. Another motive of my interest was the amazing amount of tasty stuff we got to eat.
Changing calendars made me grow to listen more to my brain. Events of my life and tales made me think on my belief if it was justified or only limited to the aura of my upbringing. There were those instances when people of some so called castes were treated below us and were not allowed amongst all. It was the time that the sun of Humanism shown my brain. A question perturbed my brain, “Is my religion (culture, I would say), Hinduism, the best in the world?”
Listening to and witnessing the plight of the poor, diplomats dividing the secular nation under concealed hoods of democracy and rising animosity among humans rooted by the seeds of those money lovers painted my perspective to a canvas away from the colour of blood. The views and shadow of some lucid thinkers widened my horizon to new domains.
Could there be anything more beautiful than the entire bonded by friendship and painted colourfully by varying cultures than the lines of division of the so called enemy religions on both sides and standing tall on innocent tears. Can things not be simple and all of us living together as brothers and sisters and friends under a same skiey shelter totally undivided? A world such would house the apt moist emotions for flourishing of intellect and growth of mankind.
An era of time, where each gets his wish fulfilled, but not on other’s price seems to be a talisman walking in my dream and calling one and all to accompany him to the paradise city, the one with a golden gate and the words, “House of Humanity.” Written with a happy and poise heart. The only thing preventing anyone from walking on those roses are the thorns, each named ‘I’. if the path was to be all roses, all ‘I’ were to be ‘we’ and it would be a gasp away that we would reach the place where not me, not you, not Hindu, not Jew, not Muslim, not Christian, not Sikh and not anyone but we all shall See God.