Religious Hullabaloos on Facebook

I have been watching a lot of religious posts and videos on facebook lately. Reminds me of something I read a long time back (Kushwanth Singh I guess) which goes something like “Religion is like your underwear. Don’t boast about it in public”.

My take on religion and god as it stands now.

1. God exists – With form or without form. I just need someone to talk to about my worries and feel relieved that he will take care of me if I don’t do anything wrong.
2. Faith doesn’t need logical reasoning. All beliefs are blind but that doesn't make them evil
3. Any religion is as logical and scientific as the growth of science at the time in which it was created. If someone started writing a new Bagavath geeta or Bible or Quran, I am sure he will include a periodic table in it.
4. Anything vague and sophisticated can be interpreted in n number of ways. If I write something like “And it will burn from inside and erupt killing all those who took the forbidden spirit” , it can be interpreted as a “Vyaja madya durantham” (Methanol poisoning) or a volcanic eruption which will destroy all who neglected a religious rule.
5. Everybody has a right to believe in his religion. To say that mine is the only religion is to say that someone else’s is not. Your religion is between you and your god.No one needs to see your underwear.
6. We are not even the tiniest speck in this whole universe. If god created it, why would he need our advertisement? 
7. Did all those Neanderthals and Cromagnons and the rest of our pre religious ancestors go to hell?

You are in Love (Dedicated to a "fallen" friend)

When the snow white doves lock their tiny grey beaks

when the glistening blue streams make cute gentle giggles

when fairies in red frills tickle you in sweet day dreams

when butterflies flutter around with wings- blue , red and green

when happy white lambs blink their wide eyes and gaze

That’s when you know you are in sweet little love..

Sing a new song and waltz around blue berry hills

And if you fall down and end up in a trash bin

wake up and walk!! ..it was just oxytocin and vasopressin

"After all love is just a chemical reaction"- ennu (Prof) Kavi

Kasab

Silence is a terrible thing. It gives time for the mind to rest. To walk back down those dark corridors, those crowded streets, those bloody hotel rooms.. It makes you remember faces you can never forget and voices you always missed. Silence is a terrible thing when you are lying down behind the closed doors of an ICU with your heart throbbing at each Beep of the machine.

The reflective glass doors showed the pale face of a dead man, the widening patch of blood on the forehead being the only sign of life. I felt the warm wetness on my forehead. There was no pain like apprehension. ’ What next?’ was too powerful a question. It won’t let me die in peace. 

“Who are you?”  - A lady kept asking. I mumbled through my tightly shut lips.. My brain couldn’t lie anymore.. The drugs had already taken effect.

 “Who are you.. Who sent you.. Why.. How? “  a thousand voices played riddles with my brain.

“Who are you..? You? I don’t know you.I hate you.. Who am I..? Me..? "

The machine was beeping loud and fast.

Ayisha came running from the corner, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her little steps making impressions on the hot desert sand. I felt her soft cheek press against my face.. “My sweet little Ayisha” Behind us Abu was holding his Mother’s hand and smiling as usual. A golden sun was setting behind our hut.

“Who sent you?"

Who?God.. I think.. But I am not sure.. I haven't seen him.. He never said anything to me.. But I know the priests..They know god..Do they? I am not sure.. I think they know.. Abba got the money..He can feed the children now..I want to see them smiling happily through their fully stuffed mouths..

Why did you do this?”

“Why did I do what?”
Aazad Kashmir.. But I am not sure..Abba got the money..

The girl in blue skirt lay beside her dead father’s feet.. She wasn’t dead. Her eyes stared at me..Questioning me. Soaking up her dead Dad’s blood, she didn’t look scared or defeated but destroyed-devastated. I aimed the gun at her head. We both closed eyes.

A sharp streak of pain passed through my head. I cant feel anything..I am floating in thin air.


The girl in blue skirt kept asking me the same questions over and over again.  Ayisha lay dead on the desert sand.Abu was holding a gun.The priests and Abba were having their supper. The golden sun was setting  forever. My name is Ajmal Ameer Kasab and I dont know why I did it. Please hang me