Religious.
Agnostic.
Atheist.
Blasphemous.
In the decreasing order of Love for God or Spiritual Beings. I’m on the third level.
Why am I writing about Religion today? For a friend and for
my Whatsapp conversation with him. This isn't going to be an article written
about the origins of religion by a naïve young girl because I do not possess
any well researched facts upon it. This is merely going to be an article of
what crosses my mind when I think of religion.
I fancy myself as a little bit of a rebel. Like most people
of my generation, defying tiny rules in my day to day life gives me a thrill. Organised
religion is not my cup of tea. Anything that even subtly ‘dictates’ what I
should or should not do ticks me off. In all honesty my schedule doesn't even let
me think of religion, or God, or Spirits at any given moment. I’m comfortably one
of those wannabe hippies whose ‘bhajans’ comprise Imagine and All You Need Is
Love by Lennon bhaisahab.
There are things that I do appreciate about religion though.
I've seen it add discipline to the lives of a lot of people. I especially like
the festivals observed by different sects. I love the togetherness. I admire
the religious architecture. Above all I love how religion provides solace to a
lot of troubled souls. A temple is sometimes a place where a lot of emotional
uplifting happens. Churches are places of hope and peace. Someone has wisely said: the problems we share
are bigger than the problems that divide us.
According to my ideas of ‘right’ I don’t feel the need of a
religion in my life. My conscience has always been my guide. It’s been nurtured
by my family. And I receive all my hope and peace from my friends. Earthly
beings have been kind enough to me. They don’ let me seek. My work keeps me
involved. And I still live my life the way any worshiper would. Sans the
worshiping.
P.S. This was going to be a longer piece of writing but I'm suffering from an almost non-functioning right hand currently. I think the Almighty is punishing me.
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