Thursday, May 18, 2017

Relevance

Of all of human needs, amongst the greatest one, One has come to realize is to be relevant. One is always waiting for signs for the Universe to remind him of his essence. At a time when the time that it takes to boot a computer is sufficient for pushing the creative juices to the corner of the room, after an evening long discussion on profitability, it takes a Saieen Zahoor, or Maa Rewa to convince One that the time is Now!

There is no other time! It is always now. Often One aspires to Be. Why? I am come to realize that Being feels like the only way to re-connect. Connect with all those in the memories. One can often trace this back to what we generally call our roots!!! Why roots? Often there are 7 oceans in between. I think it is to do with that part of one’s self that is intrinsic. Like that bass in ‘With or without you’ which can be heard through walls reminding you of the existence of the rest of the song!

Are we always looking? Searching. That which belongs! That to which we belong?
That part that cannot be omitted despite being under 6 feet of the earth, World, treaded by all who are not you. In a more perverse sense of Being, it seems to be the only way to have everyone close. All who mattered and some who didn’t! Just a reminder that there was You.

It is an effort to let it all flow. How different is reality to reality! What is real? At least Youtube knows one better and picks up a Dev-D song that hasn’t been heard for years. And Apt. Pardesi!!!

In a world where everyday, every hour is a race, and often the race is a self-fulfilling prophecy. It exists but because of itself like a Mobius strip. Ever looping around one and itself. Ultimately can you tell the race from the racer? The worrying thought though is not that there is no end to the race, or that the race doesn’t have meaning, it’s the feeling that the race defines One! And if One wasn’t in the race what would One be???

Music…

Led me again to the part where there is no interference. Everyone has their own music, everyone has their memories intertwined into a select structure. One can flick the songs but the structure is intact. It’s quite comical that a recent movie, ‘Meri pyaari bindu’ made me realize that I was on the other end this time round. While normal humans found it intolerable, I felt!!! It’s incredible how a few scenes of a Maa Durga idol, coupled with pictures of old ill-maintained buildings, over-indulging parents and an over-the-top sugary saree-wearing-Parineeti can seem like ‘relevance’!

After days like this, while running round in Mobius’ strips of ill-gotten memories, it takes Coke studio to indeed remind One that the time is now, there are but few moments where you have few people to share the moment with and the rest as they say is all in your mind!!!

O lagi bina rain na jaage koi!
Mela ae pal di pal eh
Chal mele nu chaliye
O aakhir jaana mar ve
Chal mele nu chaliye

Without the yearning of love, no one stays up all night
The sparkling assembly of the world is here
And now gone…
Let’s go and see the sights for these few moments
Ultimately we must die

Let’s go and see the sights!!! 

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Maharaj Eki Saaje

In what form have appeared thee, pouring into my soul
The Universe melting in thy footsteps

Bereft of Ego,  genuflecting,
Mind and Body in resonance with thy Song

Pain is but pleasure, carried by the gentle breeze,
The forest showering its petals in thy stead

Not a wink in my eye, Time passes me by
I behold Only the beauty at thy Core
  

One of those nights, when one is whole in pieces... when absence makes complete! When contradictions become unambiguous, realizing past will always be the present and future!

O but what a waste, when one needs to cross entire furlongs to realize he is just where he started... And that is where he has always wanted to be... and where he needs to be

Everyday is but a means they say... to what end I ask! Living in the moment I realize the moments aggregate into a lifetime... Isn't it all One has?

Listening to that which resonates with oneself, that old man long gone leaving behind a beauty that is absolute!

Of crests and troughs, but there is One true, always by my side, even in absence... that terrace beckons me to do what's  true...

The years gone by, a handful of memories... each one lasting a lifetime... but all of them pointing home.


Maharaj eki saaje ele hridoy puro majhe
Charane tabo koti shoshi surja more laaje

Gorbo sobo tutiya, Murchi pore lutiya
Sokol momo deho mono bina somo baje

Eki puloko bedona, bohichhe modhu baye
Kanone joto pushpo chhilo, mililo tobe paye

Polok nahi nayone, herina kichhu bhubone,
Nirokhi sudhu ontore Sundoro biraje






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Kolkata - May of 2014

I guess it's just one of those things that 'We' do... 'we' implying the proud race called the 'probashi bangali,' (Bongs-in-foreign-land' literally but more like 'Bongs-in-exile' in terms of sentiment), which probably can now be conferred an 'independent race' status given the mass exodus from Calcutta over the last few decades... for that difficult-to-swallow moment where you realize that 'Your' not being here is indeed what makes the 'City' so lovely...Cannot imagine another 15 mn over and above the existing 15.. We already have Bombay!!!

Coming back to what it is we 'do'... what do we do?? We reminisce... about the 'Past' while lying on the bed on a glorious afternoon staring at the spotted ceiling of a 100 year old house with bits of dry paint falling on your face every few seconds...listening to the groan of the metal-ceiling-fan that until recently ran on DC... It is I guess what can be termed Bengal's favourite 'Past'-time... be it Sailen-Pankoj-Netaji-Jyoti-Mountbatten... a Bongs collective memory is like a history book recently discarded from the syllabus for being outdated...and true-blue-blood-bong-class can only be shown during 'adda' (I-better-not-have-to-define-that-one-for-your-own-good) by not referring to even a single person-still-alive! And we obviously have the usual suspects of people from the past with their approved gestures- 1.Kobiguru (Tagore)-one is also allowed to do a little-baol-dance at the mention of his name or sing 'Aaji Dhaaner Khete'; 2.Netaji -shake the fist and yell give-me-blood-and-i-shall-give-you-freedom; 3. Karl Marx - pretend you actually know something about Communism other than sitting outside Presidency gates; and the most recent addition to the dead-or-been-killed-in-public-list 4.Amartya Sen - a little Jagdish Bhagwati mention will do I suppose!!!

Frankly there is not much else that you 'Can' do after a 'staple' Bong-meal of bhaat-dal-mach bhaja-aloo posto-muri ghonto-koi macher jhaal-tomato chutney-mishti doi-sandesh... Yes now you know why Bongs look so much nicer when living outside of Calcutta... no cook outside of the City will do that for less than half-your-monthly income!!! And to all the 'un-cultured-healthy-eating-lovely-looking-other-races' one needs to sit them down and politely explain for the 18th-bloody-millionth-time what 'posto' is...

Posto is to a Bong what Ganja was to Lord Shiva (and am sincerely hoping you stop yourself just-in-time from thinking of Amish-*#!$%-Tripathy... the idiot who has forever made it difficult to take even the Lord's name without feeling a bad taste in the mouth... and wait the movie hasn't even been released yet)... Coming back to Posto... they are these delightful little poppy seeds (read opium) which with the help of the two-true-loves of a Bong-boy (Ma and Aloo) turn into something heavenly during lunch... and trust me you are rendered so-completely-useless after a gentle dose of posto... that you completely lose the will to argue with all-the-idiots who refuse to believe that posto is the reason Calcutta-can-never-work in the afternoons...

Often i cannot help but put a spanner in the often-correct-arguments of Calcutta and Bong critics... especially the ones in Bombay... to let you in on a secret the following 'Absolute-Truths' works every time... 'It take a typical bong 'atleast 90 secs' to traverse every square feet of his HOUSE' - regardless of speed, distance and of-course the size of the pot-belly... just 'this' simple fact gets each and every Bombay-based critic of Calcutta momentarily speechless... while the home-of-his-dreams-for-which-he-just-paid-equivalent-income-of-18-bloody-Bombay-monsoons-for just doesn't seem as right anymore...

To be... one needs space... and Calcutta provides plenty... it is almost like a collective space... my-house-your-house-neighbours house-relatives house-college-school-Victoria-maidan everything feels like your own home...it is almost like the literal communist ideal of collective ownership... so much so that often in college one had to have blinkers in one's eyes for want of intrusion!!!

On the point of intrusion, one of the loveliest behavioural traits of a typical Bong is that 'We-just-land-up'... Till date I have never had to call up before visiting anyone... It's what Bongs-do-best... we just-land-up...like at any given point in Calcutta history... you will always be wondering who is going to knock on your door...whether the Nawab, the British, the Bangladeshis... it is always an adventure much like the beginnings of a Byomkesh Bakshi novel... which always starts with the door-knock... that is the average life of a Bong-family...and then ofcourse begins the Adda...

Adda-and-Roll (Kathi roll for the posh)... are 'One' thing that a Bong-kid learns early on in his life... this simple routine along with the timeless guidance of the village-elders that money-is-evil has successfully reduced the Bong-GDP by the value of Gujarat! Indeed instead of Modi we could have had our very own Sunirmal-Sutirtha-Sourashish (yes we do like the albhabet 'Esh')... doing 'Gola-baaji' (yelling at the top of your-mine-his lungs) about 'Rahool Baba' and 'Korrrrrupshonn'... and frankly if anyone has the right to do 'Chai-pe-chorchha' albeit 'Lebu-chai-pe-chorchha' it must be Us... much before the Brits got their hands on the green-yucky-tea leaf from China, I'm sure a couple of Bongs here-and-there were already exploring the deadly combo of Lebuu-Beet noon-Cha (Lemon-rock salt and tea) bhitout meelk... mhiind youuu... while exploring 'Culchaaar' (Culture)!!

Which brings us to the most precious item in all of the millions-infested Bong-land... Culture...sometimes it is wondered aloud that if culture could be a valid-barter tool Bengal would be resembling China by now... The Bong culture essentially is the juxtaposition of the Nawabi-Agricultural-British-Communist-Literary... While one is only subjected to the nawabi-agricultural-communist-literary cultures only sparingly, for instance music emanating from every loud-speaker in the City, huge swarms of masses clogging the City-lifeline daily in Brigade, imaginary farmers dancing to 'aaji dhaaner khete' and 'gram chhara ei raanga maatir poth', community kids dancing /singing /painting /reciting /karate-ing magnificently during Durga-puja, the British culture is one that has forever cast its shadow on the hearts and souls of Bong men and women alike...

As I truly hold... the 'Real Bread-Butter-Muffin-Jam-British' is found in one place alone in the whole wide world... and that is Tolly-club... Early mornings at 6 am... the only Brits that you will find at any golf course on the planet wearing leather-elbowed tweed jackets playing golf at that time is at this holy grail where all of Brit culture was cultivated... it is often being discussed how students from Eton and Oxford and Cambridge are being sent for their winter courses of 'being-a-Brit' to Tolly Club regularly year-after-year... of course the ones who pass can choose to be in South Africa, New Zealand, Hong Kong... while the ones who fail are almost with utmost certainty sent to the US of A... the cultural equivalent of a hedgehog!! It is often rumoured that the Queen's birthday each year is celebrated in a private party in Tolly while the body double (the one with James Bond) behaves stupidly at the Buckingham gates each year... I mean you can take the Bengal out of Britain but you can never take the Britain out of the Bangali...

As I begin to wrap-up this semi-lunatic piece cannot help but mention the two aspects of life that have the most impact when you begin to compare Calcutta with Bombay...

(One) - By a stroke of luck as the flight touched down (literally-touched-down-n-up-n-down-n-up on account of the lovely artistically created wavy tarmac at the Calcutta airport), I was greeted by the first few drops of heavenly rain... In Calcutta denizens look at rain as Anil Kapur may look at 'any' Hollywood role (including the role in MI4 of a hirsute sleazeball)..Bongs are absolutely ok to make a complete fool of themselves during this season... Next to the Durga-pujo, rain is the Bong's favourite friend... hours are spent aimlessly (i-mean-'additional'-hours-over-and-above-the-posto-timelines) on account of rain... much like the peacock opening its lovely feathers during the rain Bongs too open out the hearts and souls of their seldom explored colourful personalities... in the moist sultry windy atmosphere the near-cyclonic whirlwind romance of a Bong-boy and his 'lady-love' (obviously the-mother-can-never know) take shape... During times when i-was-on-a-paper-boat-with-my-lady-love-in-the-flooded-corners-of-college-street, one sees the City being red-blue-green-violet-crimson but never the literal grey... indeed the Bong is found outside of his home more during the thunderstorms than during any other season...

And then there are the rains-of-Castamere-silly-Game-of-thrones-reference that Bombay chooses to shower upon us poor souls for a total of twenty-one-hundred-hours-straight without any respite... with absolutely no-love-lost-between-the-commuters-of-the-Bombay-local... i have come to realize that during the monsoons there are two types of people in Bombay... the ones-that-are-already-wet and the ones-that-will-be-wet... and there is never any love lost between the two...

(And-Two) - The other most significant exclusion that the Bong needs to make while moving away from the City is the Bong-Grandmom... they are an exclusive breed... they just don't make them anymore... from the time you are three-year-old-two-foot-nothing to the time you are thirty-year-old-six-foot-something the Bong-Grandmom's favourite way of passing time is patting your thighs telling you how thin and dark you have become... if Bong-Grandmom's had their way Calcutta would start looking like a society of milky-white-bowling-pins... albeit very koraishuti-kochuri-well-fed-happy ones...

Signing-off-this-once-in-four-year-piece one often realizes how much the City provides in terms of character and thought... for all its shortcomings (often-read-as-Momotaa-in-the-present) there is an inherent underlying Beatles-let-it-be song that underscores the temperament of the City... there is an undying belief that Ma-Dura will take care of it all... Joy Ma Dugga...

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Calcutta-Way... the last 2 days or 2 decades

Calcutta… Kolkata… or Home!!! The first time I’ve been in the City in the last almost 2 years… with both time on my hands and friends!!!

The Obvious Question… How much has changed? The Not-So Obvious Answer… Nothing!!!

If I had the same set of people around in the same Presidency Canteen, Today, I know the discussion would still very much be the same… may not be the topic, which may have shifted from Mr. Marx to Mr. Obama, but surely nothing else…

There was a time… when in between rounds and teas, time itself came to a halt… morning passed into afternoon and then into night and then into morning… life was warped around a culture… an attitude… not merely subjects, booze or people!!! Not a boozer back then but you get the point… surely…

Kolkata, or College Street was like a colourful postcard pasted in a fabric of time… Even today, when great-insecurities such as beer-belly, falling hair and monotony govern our daily living… the faces round that canteen are still the same… not the same people but the same look, the same atmosphere… even now women-smokers far outnumbering the men, the one-bearded history/pol-science/philosophy student, the one Eco-Cool dude, the one Physics- I Know it all- just huddled into the morphed existence around the cultural melee…

If I had to ask the Canteen guy who’s been around for over 30 years, what’s changed… probably the only thing other than his hair, and kids would be the dressing of the people around his canteen… which I would say has undergone a distinct improvement, but then again that’s just me!!!

When people criticize “My City” and say that nothing moves, nothing changes, no one cares in the more ‘Real’ monetary aspirations, career-istic instinct, I have often wondered… is the guy critical or jealous…?

In a purely hypothetical scenario, if every guy like me could come back into the City once every 5-10 years, and just see that ‘His Canteen’, ‘His Wall Painting’, ‘His Ideology’ and ‘His Life’ were still ‘His’ wouldn’t that be the most secure moment in an otherwise ‘complicated’ life – whether great or not-so-good??? Maybe the people have changed, but not the faces, not the lives not the ‘Being – composed of heritage-culture-values’…

Call me just a ‘Stupid-Bong’ with ‘Nostalgic-Sentiments’ in his breath and no ambition to be forward-looking, even for the state… but I sincerely believe (although I really don’t have the statistics to prove it), that more number of us, that believed in freedom from petty-classroom-driven-academics, believed in a sense of one-ness, believed in gossip and fun, and have spent most of our college-lives practicing such beliefs, have done far better, in every societal-driven definition of success than many of our counterparts!!!

I guess the critical bit was ‘Freedom’!!! Freedom from conformity… freedom to do what one wanted… freedom to choose!!! If I compare such a culture with most of our so-called ‘Educators’, they would be misfits!!! If I compare such a culture to most of our ‘successful’ academics, businessmen and literary… they match!!! Thus the more-than-obvious inference, “Most of our ‘Educators’ are simply not ‘Successful’ in their own definitions of the term”!!!

I was lucky to have been part of a culture, an attitude than was largely non-conformist… and when I go down to the same canteen, year-after year- after year (ok, stop!!! It hasn’t been so long… yet!!!) I still hope to see the same… the same look on their faces… the same attitude and above all the same bonding force… the Culture… The ‘Calcutta-Way’!!!

Friday, November 5, 2010

most beautiful diwali... alone

It all started with a simple facebook status update at 8 in the morning… a song… a face………………,,,,,. Both haunting, both mysterious, both lasting………

The eyes asking…, inviting…. urging to look beyond… look behind them into the depths of space!!! The face smiling ever so slightly, as if a warning… the eyes warm and welcoming… the face a link to this life… the eyes another!!!

Sitting at my table, as always, turned on by music… the urge to express… the bluntness of language against the continuity of music… the impossibility of words to be able to express what transcends the soul…

The lights outside… the festivity… the noise… the expression of joy… the feeling of warmth… the collective insatiable urge of all to be loved!!!

Loneliness……….. the bliss… the feeling… the knowledge of love… the need to be accepted, approved and loved… in moments such as these, the real beauty of life flashes through the soul…….

The want to be Alive….. the peaks of darkness in the otherwise plateau of routine,,,
The sighs getting longer,,, minutes at a time,,, the throbbing pain against the chest,,, the happiness from the realization… to be alive,… to be human,,, to be loved!!!

The most beautiful diwali… the darkness of the room, mind and soul set alight by the colours outside the window,,, the recognition of human bond,,, the satisfaction to know what only man can,,, to feel what only man can,,, to understand what only man can… the colours in my mind in an otherwise white background…

Nothing like an evening of solitude,,, encompassed by celebration of joy, music… to make us alive……..all over again!!!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Great Andheri Adventure

It was the first time ‘Stupid-Dip’ (or I) was travelling to meet ‘S’ (No points for guessing), All the way to Andheri in the frickin rains of Mumbai…

Btw I had written this a coupla months back without knowing that on writing this piece, the Rain-God would shower me with 10-equivalent Monsoons… Its all dried up now, and I have finally mustered the courage to publish this post…
But before I begin, a Sermon (All Rise) …

O ‘Rain-God’, Our lakes are full, water flows from the tap all round the day, Please Spare us!!!

Prologue

Once upon a time Stupid-Dip partook in an adventure… from Cuffe Parade to Andheri (East) to meet S… Moral of the Story… Dip is Stupid and Mumbaikars are Evil Robots on Energizer batteries!!!

Chapter 1: Leaving the Work Place


No Boss in Office… Stupid-Dip (or I) leaves @ 5:30…Sharp!!! Only hope of getting to Station… 1 Khatara 20-seater Office Bus, having an engine of a TVS, Color of Fresh Crap, the bus-seats smelling almost as bad, 50 sarkari maid-servants (‘naukar’) not very much unlike myself with their ‘pregnant-bellies’ and Me… All waiting to reach Churchgate just to BEGIN THE journey…

At this point I realize that my beloved ‘Happy’ Chaata has been stolen by the evil ROBOT Taxi Wala… and it’s raining like GOD has a bladder problem…

Not to be disappointed or deterred with some of God’s pee-blessing on his head the protagonist Stupid-Dip decides to replace the beloved memory of his ‘Happy’ with something called a ‘Sardar-Branded’ Chaata… wonder why Helicopters’ need chaatas??? A word about my ‘Sardar’… It closes only when it is open!!! In case you are wondering what eccentric mathematical puzzle this is… don’t bother, basically the chaata only latches when its spokes are pointing outwards like Krishna’s Chakra… So it’s either a shorter Chakra or a Hawaldar’s Dandi…but always a WMD!!!

Chapter 2: Churchgate is no ‘Gate-way’ to Heaven

After having somehow exited the ‘Sarkari-Band-wagon’, I began my descent into the Netherlands… a very wet Churchgate Hell of a subway… Somehow I managed to keep my focus on the only ‘Soles’ in front and somehow took a ‘Swim-of-Faith’ over the watery grave and landed onto the other side…

Having crossed I was posed with 2 options… which read… Virar-Fast or Andheri-Slow…

Let me start by explaining the 2 choices as it would appear to a ‘Normal’ person… Virar is a station located only a few light-years from Churchgate, and Andheri is only a few million miles… Fast trains only stop at those stations which have the capacity to hold 1 billion evil mumbaikars, and slow stops at them all… the fast travels at the speed of light and the slow at the speed of Bareilly’s Cow driven Station Wagons… net effect, if I took Virar (F) I could reach Andheri in 25 mins (IF I Survived) and if I take the Bareilly express I would reach in over an hour…

Now let’s talk about REALITY… The train Virar (F) is actually called “Virar or Death” while the Andheri(S) is called “If you value your life and don’t stay in Virar… take this” … Apparently it is fabled that even if there is no one but you in the Virar (F) some hidden force holds you back at any other stop… However, God-forbid if there are people a consensus is quickly reached where in you are told that if you exit at any stop but Virar, they will kill you… One 80-kilo colleague (this is before he became a sarkari naukar…now he is 120) had to jump on the other side on the rail tracks to escape the Virar Panchayat just because he let the words slip “I will get off at Andheri”… Sure he was ‘DROPPED OFF’!!!

Thus I took the ‘Life’ option and got onto the ‘Andheri & Still Alive’ option…

Chapter 3: The Andheri Transporter

Not too much happened here… other than the guy sitting next to me playing Solitaire on a cell phone… which I swear Blackberry Top-brass could not tell apart but was Called Ass-ys… So while he played with his ‘Ass’ I continued my Mental Preparation of the Unknown - to finally alight at the Destination… Andheri… True to its name it symbolizes ‘The Dark’ (Not just cuz all the Tam-expats stay here) but because like ‘Mordor’ it is indeed a land of Darkness…

Chapter 4: The Endless Walk

To give you a fair idea of my journey ahead let me first explain S’s house… S’s house is a ‘Palace’ (read – 2BHK in Mumbai parlance) surrounded by a moat of Garbage… Like the Lotus which is born amidst all that crap created by the millions of Mumbai… Thankfully it wasn’t flooded!!! S’s house is situated exactly 10 mins from the station and 5 mins from the Highway – the ideal location… How tough could it possibly be???

Having emerged from the Andheri - Transporter, I found myself in the Pacific Ocean of Homo-sapienses… trust me I was like one droplet in an ocean… I had no way to go but forward at an acute angle towards the Overhead Corridor in the footsteps of my ‘Sole-Mate’… I was often given the ‘elbow’ for not maintaining the correct angle and somehow got to the Overhead in the Flow… By the time I emerged my 2500 Buck ‘Hush-Puppies’ were screaming like pups whose tails were run over by screaming auto rickshaws…

Just as I was about to exit the station I found that my swimming skills would be put to the test… there were Gi-normous Puddles all around me and all the other homo-sapienses were playing hopscotch on little bricks and every time they missed one there was a BIGG SPLASHHH and everyone was wet upto their Undies…

As soon as I managed to ‘wade’ through I entered a One-way… It was a bleddy Human-One-Way… There were people only moving in 1 direction… and all against me… All of them trying to gauge my eyes out with their Happy Chaatas while I had poor Sardar… So I started walking Blind… Didn’t matter much as everytime I got hit on both sides I knew I was on the right way…

By the time I reached… I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD DONE IT… I was wet… My shirt was wet from the rain outside and the sweat inside (not just my own)… I somehow managed to cross the moat of garbage and walked in…

Wait that’s not all…

Final Chapter: The ABODE

The guard at the entrance: Where are you going?

Dip: 6th Floor

Guard: Where?

Dip: 6th Floor

Guard: Where?

Dip: 6th Floor

…………… This continued in a circular loop for a few more times before the Lift came… Btw the official Code of Ethics of the Building is that ‘No Mulgas Allowed’… the First time I thought it was ‘Murgas’ and took great offense, but as it turns out Mulga means Boy… So the Guard was only doing his job…

Btw the Bldg is on Super-Energy-Saver Mode… the Fan only comes on when u press on a button… and I mean keep pressing or else it stops… So if you want it slightly slower than Full speed… You have to press, then leave, Press then leave… and so on…

Epilogue

STUPID-DIP HAD REACHED! He had met S. Made the trip worthwhile didn’t it???

Monday, September 27, 2010

God-Minded - Do we need to believe!!!

Now, why did I choose to write about such a topic? Well on the eve of the ‘Ayodha’ verdict, it seems pathetic that an argument about the history of a ‘piece’ of land can cause as much heart-burn as it does in the modern 21st century AD.

I mean look at what the fighting is about… Imagine today you or I have built a nice 5 story apartment in the city of our choice. Now, consider that you are bankrupt some 20 years down the line and the State seizes your property and hands it over to whosoever will want to buy it. Now imagine some 150 years down the line, your 8th generation and the current owners 7th generation get into a blood-fight over the property!!! I mean Grow Up!!!

Although even I would not make such a trivialization of the emotions that are our Country, it is important to realize that all this blood is wasted simply because of a belief in the Non-Existent… Let me ask all of you a question… If I told you that there indeed was no God, or atleast there is no ‘Perceivable’ God, would you still fight as much as you do now???

For some of you who are already wincing, let us say before heading on to the more critical areas of this essay, that supposing there is ‘a’ God, or ‘The’ God, depending on your religious inclinations, would you still justify man-woman-child-slaughter in His Name?

For, some of you and most of you who shall ever read this article, who are truly peace-loving inspite of being religious, you have to understand modern day societal problems can never be solved till you guys stop instilling in your children the sense of a supernatural being… more importantly ‘Your Personal Supernatural Being’…

When does One fight? When One is afraid of losing something precious or is desirous to gain something precious. In this case it is a bit of both. Per say if ‘The Verdict’ goes one way or the other, either you are happy that ‘Your Being’ has won or miserable that He has lost!!! Although many of you will try to disagree even after feeling strongly on the issue, you will slowly realize that in the end it is all about ‘Your’ Ego, or collectively the Ego of ‘Your Kind’. I am here as you can see, completely ignoring ‘political will’ simply as politics is nothing but channelizing the emotions of ‘The People’. If there are No Emotions, then there is no political will.

Now let us discuss the relevance of having a religious belief. Consider that for a moment, your parents would not have subscribed to any of the popular religions, but had a very personal ‘family-God’. Now, you can name Him anything. Here, is where you consider that, Will this God be as useful to you as any of the more popular ones? Obviously there would be no religious ‘places’ of worship where you meet a million other worshippers simply because no one else subscribes to ‘Your God’, but does it make such a huge difference?

I really don’t know…

However, I do believe that it would not make much of a difference!!! How much of our belief actually stems from Others??? This is an especially tricky question for all ‘Believers’, since you are taught not to care about others’ opinions to be the reason for your belief in the first place. However, it is a fact, that collective belief strengthens the credibility in our own belief. I mean this is the basis of all religious practice. In a circular fashion, your belief gives credibility and validates my belief, although the creation is actually mine. Thus there can never be any ‘Proof’ simply because ‘I’ cannot be God, unless you believe me to be ‘God’.
Now imagine a society, where everyone had their own –God. There is no fighting amongst people although most of the benefits of having ‘The God’ is attached to ‘a’ God.

Now coming to the more critical area of this article, Do we need ‘God’?
To understand this aspect, let us try and trace the origins of Religious belief. When were all the religions drafted? A Long Long Time Back…

Even the most recent popular ones are atleast a couple of thousand years old. Did we need Religion then??? The answer is a most resounding ‘Yes’. Why? In my mind I can trace atleast 5 reasons why we needed Religion…

1) Religion as Science: If you trace the origins of scientific thought, you will realize that for most of the couple of thousand years barring the last 3 centuries at most, Religion served as a replacement to Science. In fact, Religion actually tried to bridge the gap of our understanding of Ourselves. And to understand ourselves, we have to understand our place in the Scheme of Things… Thus emerges the ‘Scheme’… and this Scheme is nothing but Religion.

2) Religion as Law: Consider this, there is no Law of the Land. Today I walk into your house, Kill you with my own hands, usurp your wealth and am a ‘happy’ man. Man is ‘Greedy’. Excessively so!!! So to curb the animalistic instinct of the Human race, a law had to be invented. Religion was Law.

3) Religion as a Country: How are countries defined? By land??? If you see trace the history of the world, you will realize that Country is nothing but a collection of power. What is power? Power is the collective will of a large set of people. If for a moment we are willing to consider the time before technological advancement, we will realize that a simple collection of people is Power. Can a country be powerful, unless united by a single goal? No! What we today, call patriotic and will die for our country, was the same for Religion. Thus religion served the same purpose as a Country.

4) Religion as Distorted for Power and Emergence of Sub-Religions:
Although religion as power, is covered in the last point itself, this is slightly different. Through the ages religion has been distorted for power. Thus the ‘Existing religion’ has been manipulated, mutilated by whosoever was the most powerful at that point for more power. To create a bigger country, to be richer!!! Thus, all of our religions have factions. Even in the modern world if you look at Northern Ireland, Iraq, sub-religions are fighting and have fought against each other, although they are but Mono-theistic. Can there be a bigger paradox???

5) Religion as Hope: This is probably the most significant aspect of religious thought. All religions converge on this one point. It points to Heaven. If you consider the state of the ancient human, you would realize that hope is probably the only thing that could give them courage. At a time, when common cold and tuberculosis, and malaria and plague claimed the lives of huge percentages of the population, and floods and volcanoes killed a few other, and the sun did not ‘rise’ during an eclipse, we were vulnerable. Our fear of death, was probably far more than in the modern day, life expectancy was not even a concept!!! What does one do? Probably the single most important reason for believing in religion is ‘fear of death.’ Thus our Hope was actually Religion. We wanted to believe, that there is something/someone who can/will protect us from my enemies/nature/disease. Thus religion was hope.

Coming to the Only Question that emerges from the flow of thought. Do we need Religion today?

Here we must segregate the Privileged and the Under-Privileged, simply as the same set of assumptions do not work for both.

First, speaking of the underprivileged, the question is much deeper and difficult to answer. It comes from the most important point above, Hope. Living below the poverty line, not knowing whether you will eat tomorrow, not having seen a book of knowledge; the thought of after-life, heaven is truly appealing. If you question religion you question the remaining existence of your life, your peace. Yes, Lack of religion for the poor, is something that cannot be answered as easily, as religion is probably the only consolation of their lives.

I really do not know the answer to the above yet.

However, let us talk of the privileged. Those of you who are reading this. How important is religion actually to us. If I told you that we do not need a God, even if He truly does exist, would you laugh at me??? Tell me when was the last time you have truly questioned the ‘Miracle’ that happened to you, that made your belief stronger? Tell me one instance that any of you can prove that the reason things happened could not be interpreted in any way, and I will join you in your belief!!!

For you as for me, religion and God, are not that different. I am also human, and drawn to the same necessities as you. God for me as as Big, as God for you. But see what ‘God’ is doing to our society. From Israel to Palestine, Kashmir to Afghanistan, Ireland to Bosnia, ‘He’ is devastating Everything. If there is a God, He Himself would at this time urge us to stop believing in him!!!

My sincere request to all of you. When you are blessed with generations below you, do not poison them as we have been poisoned!!! Let them be free, and One day, They will Set Us Free!!!