The world is actually black and white. What is gray is our illusion.

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Sunday, December 20, 2009

Season's greetings


Hello Great One.

How’re you doing?
Can he call you Krishna or would Christ have a better ring? Then again, how about just ‘God’? Short and sweet. You are the superlative. He finds that fascinating. They say you created us in your perfect image and we destroyed ourselves with the original sin but you, being all merciful, might just let us into your heavenly paradise. We love you for your kindness.

He was more interested in discoursing religious divides. He felt them superfluous. Alright, they generated employment and sustained countries full of people. In the vast diasporas, the multitudes of masses that patronized the spiritual faiths merely accrue different stimulants to the same stories.

The trinity of creation, preservation and destruction. Father, son and spirit. The cycles of life. Some man picked up a couple of fables written by another man who heard it off yet another man and the chain goes on. They edited and substituted. They inspired and hallucinated. They wrote truth. But they were human. How much of it could be real.

Not that he was an agnostic or an atheist

He went to his place of worship on the obligatory days. He was a believer and that was fine. Even though that wasn't the reason he went.  The sermons would only serve to momentarily interest him. It wasn't an addiction. He didn't like praying. Asking God for things. He felt the one-above was already busy enough catering to the needs of the billions of his little men. When the good Lord can spare a moment he would give. It was acknowledgement of your acts of grace on earth.

He went for the hymns and carols of the churches, the bhajans of the temples, the sweet sufi music in those select mosques... He was eternally tantalized.

We know of ashes to ashes and dust to dust. It was the same beginning and the same end. Faith and its upliftments. It also resembles riots, wars, carnage and death. It describes fanaticism and upheaval.
Is it really your garb that defines you? How does the thread around torso or the beard on your chin embody you as a person?

He supposed it was done at first to enliven a sense of communal bonding. To spark co-operation for survival. It just happened to be in the name of someone who is our symbol of peaceful divine unity. It is a world is full of divisible ironies.

And the world wants to be full of global citizens.

As is believed to be from the origin –‘I am that I am’.
Creation, preservation and destruction.
In God We Trust

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