It is astonishing that even before we are born, our lives and destiny have been scripted so diligently by the unknowns that we fail to question or doubt them. Despite the fact that we spend numerous sleepless nights wondering why and how of things, somewhere we still inhibit to acknowledge the flaws. Why do I have to be a Hindu or a Muslim or of any other religion? Why can’t I be just an individual with neither persuasion nor rules telling me how to lead my life? Why can’t I call my life really mine? Such questions might not exhaust, but human minds have been flooded with these dilemmas since their birth. And now the time is such, where, every passing day, we unresistingly let ourselves become dumb victims of unjustified norms and heritage.
Everyday in a hospital before one acknowledges the birth of an innocent child, he/she feels proud to have a successor to the family’s name. In fact lesser than a blink it takes for them to path the future of the child. But in the midst of happiness, there is mourning which constantly screeches for help, but our selfish celebrations deafen the silent cry of somebody’s independence. I believe it is the truth that we are all scared of, the impractical superiority that we want to achieve, it is cowardice of one that everyone is being pushed into this unending sorrow. Why don’t we realise, whether we are rich or poor, Hindu or Muslim, president or proletarian, sooner or later we are all destined to be heaped in a pyre of our deeds.
I don’t want to be differentiated from others on the basis of something which has evolved into different definitions over the years – RELIGION. The purpose of its existence totally defies the meaning it serves today. In fact, it has grown as being the strongest reason of betrayal, killings and separation from others. More so, especially in a country, which still struggles to rise above these archaic beliefs, its end seems like a start. That day is yet to be seen, but heartily anticipated, when people would brace themselves for who they really are, when they would stop hiding their fears and realities in the name of colour.
How can we trust religion for our well being when itself it struggles to be defined in words or wisdom? Its meaning varies with one’s perception, belief, understanding, situation, and even place. Then, how can we let our minds and actions be curbed around it?
Questions do not end here nor does the anger subdue. Awakening is what it requires; opening of shut minds is what it screeches. And we will attain what we all aspired to.....
