I know somewhere we all are eager to teach our children good values so that they become good people of tomorrow and bring about a better tomorrow for all the people. But I ask you to do this just once, sit down with your partner and ask each other if religion is a short cut that you take to reach this goal.
Identification of the self on the basis of religion at a young age would just create a category of bifurcation of humans in a child’s mind and inculcate a strong belief that he belongs to one and makes him different from others who don’t. So, we need to be really careful about what imprints on their minds.
Humanity has molded countless religions and sects from its inception to bring together one and all in accordance of the needs of their times. To try and understand why and how things evolved will be a humongous task and quite futile as obviously we cannot recreate those circumstances.
Why I talk of religion is because the recent events of Islam bashing in our country and all over the globe made me a little restless and to be frank a lot scared. I don’t want to be a part of a war and I am sure no one around me does. I don’t follow any particular religion but I try my best to learn from all and for that firstly, I had to learn to respect the different schools of thoughts out there. And what I have learnt is when you give respect, you receive respect.
What I am saying is please give all your attention to what values your kids are learning for real. I am sure they fold their hands and close their eyes in-front of idols and framed pictures BUT do they revere other lives be it humans or animals. I am sure you are taking care of whether they say their thank you-s and sorry-s BUT are they thankful for the life they have and opportunities they get as a result of hard work done by generations before us.
I am sure the kids are getting to know about the affairs of Paris and being taught to be empathetic towards such events BUT are they taught that these events are not because of religious intolerance but intolerant people using religion as a shield to propagate their hate. So that they understand when we fight terrorism we are actually fighting the hate and anger and not the people.
Just make sure that if the future generation is taught religion, which ever one it maybe, it should be for the betterment of the whole humanity.
In churches, in temples .. on the the mountains, in the rivers and i have gazed at the night sky for what now seems like a passing eternity, waiting for an answer.
I was running around because humans were not enough. They had constantly let me down, they didn’t love diabolically, they didn’t hate loyally … they all were confused following each other in random circles.
Or so I thought.
Even when they are confused with multitudes of options and repercussions, even when they bind and define their selves there are instances when they stop to exist as themselves, as the I. For in that instance they become their fellow being, they live the other’s life and cry their tears, they stand up and shout for attention or simply stand in numbers and mock the adversary. They shelter the weak and feed the hungry. They leave behind stories so that there are better tomorrows. They dance, sing and be merry for there is nothing like the day they are living.
And having seen all this and met all of you … and tomorrow when I’ll meet you. I’ll see a reflection of me in you and learn what you would have to show. I would be collecting the pieces of that God in me and we’ll part ways to teach others and then maybe in years there will be a God in every being.
Monday night traffic in Gurgaon is a battle on its own. Hungover from Sunday’s lag, drivers are constantly dreaming of their pillows and mummy ki haath ki chai.
Cars halt at a red light and impatient commuters count every second like a class room rhyme.
A vendor passes by with a bunch of red heart balloons, he barely manages to bother even a fly and simply walks away with a sly smile.
As the light turns green you see a blue Vagnar and a tierd father smiling at his chirpy daughter who is too busy playing with a red heart balloon. In a white Honda civic there are two lovers, the girl too shy but still holding with great love and care a red heart balloon. Between these two a grey i10 and a girl, sad and heart broken for the hundredth time was half smiling, half crying but hitting her best friend with a red heart balloon, coz he knew that all she needed was a reason to smile.
– dikha tere haath main kya hai.
– kuch nahi, tu game khel na.
– par mujhe lag raha hai there hath main kuch hai.
– arre ! Meri marzi nahi dikha rahi.
– hmmm…. Acha main tujhe chocolate doonga toh dikhayegi.
– nahi nahi nahi … Mera sabse bada secret hai main nahi dikhaungi.
– but tu toh meri best friend hai, Meri angel… Fir kyun nahi dikha rahi.
– kyun ki tu tod dega… Mujhe pakka pata hai.
– nahi yaar , u r special to me, my best friend for all my life. Humesha saath rahenge, main kaise tera kuch tod dunga.
– thik hai, I trust u …. Hmmmm…. Yele … Sambhalke …arre .. Dhyaan se baba.
– haan Aise na … Haan dekh pyar se hi pakda hai.
(Door se pukaarti awaz aayi) haan papa … Main bas aaya…. Ye pakad apni cheez.
– aree.. Dhyaan se kahin ye…(tshhhhh…….!!!!) Tum ne ye tod diya..hun.hun…Maine kaha tha.. Mat lo..tum tod doge ..hun…hun. Main dena hi nahi chahti…tumne kyun zid ki…kyun promise kiya ki dhyan rakhoge…ab dekho iske itne tukde ho gaye… Ab main kaise sametungi isse. Tum toh challenge bhi gaye. Kaun best friend aisa karta hai….