Religion is my business.
No no, I am no God Man,
Nor am I a phony religious hard-liner or extremist.
I supply materials and artifacts for religious processions and rallies. Be it posters or banners or pamphlets. I was also renting walking sticks for old people but then they using them as lathis for hitting other people.
The most recent addition to my offerings are pocket-friendly pouches (in size and price) of easy-t0-throw stones for pelting at police and public alike. They have been a rage recently.
Never thought that religion could be such a lucrative business..
“Sale! Each ten rupees! “, Bhola shouted hoarse. Crowds milled. Today is the final day of the Immaculate Mary Chariot Festival. Hundreds passed by. Many peeked at his wares. None bought.
Bhola stole a painful glance at his till. Sixty rupees. Forty more needed. The Hindu Vidyalaya Principal was strict about the last date for school fees payment. ‘Will my son lose it all?’ Bhola’s heart bled.
He did not notice Akhtar first. He was brought to his senses only when Akhtar thrust a fifty bill at his face and said “Char dena bhai”.
Who should I be today? A Hindu, a Christian or a Muslim? As I was contemplating on what pendant to wear today, I heard a familiar voice calling my name from downstairs. “Hey Langda”, you will be dropped near church street today. “I need minimum Rs 2000 from you by the end of the day”, the voice bellowed. Soon, before sunrise, I found myself in front of the big white church. Just then the temple bells started to ring from across the street. Unknowingly I brought my palms together in veneration. The irony brought a smile to my lips. .
Boss: chotu which religion do you belong to?
Boss: Since we are in this market, I can buy you symbol of your religion.
chotu: But I don’t know which religion I belong.
boss: So your parents never told you about religion.
chotu: Grew up on streets begging and doing odd jobs being orphan.
boss : Which religion would u like to follow.
chotu: Is it necessary to follow religion?
Boss: Yes, Because religion gives us identity in society.
chotu:I would prefer that religion symbol which will provide me food for life under any circumstances.
It matters a lot on what you believe on. It can be anything, God, Power, Love or simply Life. That belief itself shapes the world around you because it is a very powerful word. I do not believe in praying all day or doing offerings which in turn will fulfil my unworthy wishes but I surely do believe in Humanity which is greater than all. Humanity means the quality of being humane. Itself it is justified as it holds zillion feelings bound together : sympathy, tolerance, compassion, mercy, gentleness.
So do everyone a favour. Instead of buying 2 coconuts, a dozen banana and incense sticks, please feed a poor. Its only humane..
Why do they put pictures that drive you in towards one narrative?
Maybe that's their way of flushing the needle out of the haystack.
What do you mean?
You find gold when you strike where it isn't already struck before.
You are smart.
So what have you got?
The truth, with a twist.
What do you mean?
Harmony, a facade. They want you to focus on where you shouldn't be.
Needle in the haystack, indeed.
You drove the narrative. I just stayed back to look at the bigger picture.
Always choose the background, don't you?
It's peaceful. .
Diagrams exist for both the sides, so do images and manuscripts. It is what we choose to believe that becomes our truth. The opinion that we favor that defines us. It is only the motivation to prove the opposition wrong that drives us to defend our beliefs.
Fundamentally it is all moot. Your choices hold the key to your reality.
Amen. Or not..
The Muslim girl picked up the Om locket and bowed down for Namaaz. A Christ locket was adorned by the boy who pressed his palms together to pray to his dearest Lord Hanuman. The final showdown had put everyone under stress. A girl crossed herself who chose her favourite baby pink colour scarf to tie the Hijaab. The bearers of talent forgot the differences every time they performed on the stage. But, in reality, why do people rarely show adoration towards other religions ?.
Mine is bigger,
He said with a swagger.
Mine triumphs yours,
Retorted the other.
Not engaging in battles futile,
But still winning,
The other God’s mongers,
Exercised a victorious smile.
Though an ordinary mortal,
Grey muscles he flexed,
I have a doubt,
Said a simpleton, perplexed.
Why this animosity?
Why this anger?
Alone or together,
Every God is the complete truth
Pray, love; why behave uncouth
Flies alone, together never,
Ours only ours, rules time forever.
Stop, enough of this baloney,
Hanging together for money,
He pointed without a moment to drop,
To a place called The Gods' Shop.