GOD

I hail from India, a land rich in spices and vegetables, full of plantations and most varied flora. Given the rich varied heritage, it is possible to lead a diet that would be strictly vegetarian. Meat would be an addition only. In a country like India, meat is not primary because of our diet requirements. Furthermore, eating meat wasn't as prevalent through the centuries. The three main religions of the land, namely Hinduism, Jainism and Buddhism have boycotted meat for the same because hurting a fellow being was not essential. Someone or the other should have put up a story of how meat-eaters shall be put down on the scale of humanity.

While I shifted to Arab, I have noticed that meat is not on their religion's no list. Reason obvious. Arab is a desert and barren land. Lack of dietary vegetation. The rules needed to be based on the lifestyle. Thus, Halal came into existence. Like every other, Islam had been trying to kill the wildness in a human being by defying him the pleasure of killing. Pork was put off the list for similar reasons. Chicken meat was inevitable and hence, godly.

Move to the Northern Europe, the colder Europe. You'll see that there are civilizations where alcohol is essential in diet. Yes, reason is obvious and you are guessing it right. It is essential in their diet given the temperatures and climate.

Entirely dependent on what would be an ideal modest lifestyle, a religion adapts and issues its rules and regulations.

Another example I would like to quote would be the tradition of marriage. All the religions, at the end of the day, are doing the same thing. The couple take an oath. The scriptures may be different, and so may be the procedures, but the conception persists. One male and one female trying to recapture the marvel and create a better generation, and a better world to live.

As a physics teacher, I have a great experience teaching that nothing is absolute. So is religion. What would be right for one would be wrong to the other. In total, every civilisation tries to domesticate, read civilize the man more. I'm not saying that everything is relative. The concept is absolute, a better place to live. The approach is relative. 

Peshawar attacks, where taliban kills 150 children ruthlessly is an example. Killings weren't new here. We have heard of Taliban for a lot of times now. Everytime, I heard of two views. Especially having a great company of Muslims throughout my life, I could get a proper logical Quran based justification for the actions of Taliban. Except this one. It was one voice. A very grief toned one. It is dead obvious that no religion, none in human race, would ever encourage the killing of the generations to come. I could hear it in the words of taxi driver who drove me two days later, he hailed from Peshawar. I heard it in what Hillary Clinton said an year ago. Everyone had realized the dire need to be against Taliban. Reason obvious, it is against the concept of God and humanity. It is against the better world. 

In total, all the religions are behind the concept. If you think one religion is better than the other, I would like to call you ignorant and I'm not mistaken at it. 

Look at festivals. We all learnt about diwali and how it's effective in keeping the insects and mosquitoes away, right between the rains and winter. Read it the other way, we all wanted to improve the hygiene of life and started using lights and fire to welcome winter, called it diwali, wrote inspiring stories about it and celebrated it.

The month of Ramadan is another good example. The Islam wanted to teach humility and simplicity to human beings. Fasting through the day had been drafted effectively into Roza. Celebrate the end of Ramadan, perhaps the hottest month of an Islamic year in grandeur. Celebrate being alive.

Christmas puts all the conception into a nutshell. It's winter. Freezing temperatures and chilling winds. Gloomy days without work. In most of the Europe where winters are the worst, people are lazily crouched under blankets for days. Amidst all the laziness, there is an essential need to heat up the homes. There is a need to be not gloomy. For gloomy is sick. So what shall we do? Light up our houses, gift each other and smile. Yes, Merry Christmas. Snow shall no more be a burden, and we will make a cheerful story of a Santa who rides reindeers, his sleighs on the snow. You see it? We wanted to learn from nature, and be with it. Thus, we made festivals, to celebrate being alive.

The word good has been put down terribly these days, but in basic, good is the root of religion. Follow your religion in a good way. If what you're doing is right for you and the generations to come, then you are right. Being right and being good, that should be the essence. Being happy, and being a part of the nature, that should be your concept. If you understand that and put it to practice, whichever religion you follow, you're being a better human being. Or, let me say, you're being a human, for we are the unique species that have civilized over centuries to be a better sustainable part of the nature.

Quoting the best I have found, Trivikram says, *"Devudu anevaadu ekkado undadu. Manalone untaadu. Pakkanodiki saayam cheddaamanukunnappudu thapee mani bayataki vasthaadu. "* 

God is nowhere else, but in you. It is when you wish to help the fellow humans into leading a better life, creating a better place to live, that's when he personifies in you.

The End Of GOD philosophy on this blog. I have understood God. Have you?

Thank you.

The eternal

The flute sings the great tales,

of land where the God hails, 

the strings ring in chords of three, 

of places where the soul is free, 

the voice deep shall in tune sing, 

of how the harps in his halls cling, 

a song shall rise of a content mind, 

that shall its truth to heirs unwind.

The death affliction inspires fear, 

and tells you how your wrath is near, 

the sick voice prays as it pains, 

the bad blood grieves in visible veins, 

 such is the health when one bows down, 

in chants enchanted by the crown, 

that shines and glitters in radiance, 

bore by a head that's vieled to the audience.

Calm and serene waves run on sands, 

to wet his feet in barren lands, 

his heart strays on atoms and stars, 

and how insignificant are human wars, 

the vastness of universe mesmerizes, 

and in his head the setting sun rises, 

to the Lord in mask he writes a praise, 

for hiding behind the clouds and haze.

Happy, sad and lost in the dreams, 

one kneels in stewardship of his realms.

Selfish, caring and random thought, 

or a wish that was never sought, 

one prays to God to offer his wish, 

and embraces the idea of being a fish, 

lives in the sea where waters are green, 

and never sees the sunshine sheen. 

God is a song of heavenly tune, 

sung in a camp of barren dune, 

sing the grace of nature and life, 

and of the troughs of dooming strife.

Lonely

Not one asks me for a drink, none would to cheer and merry,

As the oasis begins to shrink, all try to step in my ferry.
None would know how I feel, all true emotions are dead,
I think I'm a potato peel, rotting in a moist shed.

Many a times I and me, not even once do I hear we.
I know that's lonely to be, you are sad though free.
Some do care but don't ask, none tries to see beyond the mask,
I'm a dolphin with a dancing task, my tears die in my own cask.

I'm individually bound to you all, though none of you'll answer my call..
I'm like a tree shedding in fall, and you sip coke in your silent hall.
There's no light more left of hope, lost I am and too innocent to cope.
Fill me with lies and stories of soap, and listen to me like I am the Pope.

Grief is the grave where my tears lie, I'm not strong and I need not shy.
Brief time I crave for care that does not lie, you just need to leap down to pick me high.

I keep waiting for one of you to cast a light, upon me frozen in the lonely cold night.
I am waiting for a smile that burns bright, as you embrace me dear and tight.

Come come come to me, I am the chosen one,
from worldly bonds I'll set you free, if you melt me like you are the sun.

Selfie

I'm having a coke. Selfie!!! I'm cleaning my room. Selfie!!! I'm in the bus. I'll take a Selfie. I'm waiting for someone. I'll try some Selfies. This list isn't gonna end. You and I know what a selfie is. One picture you click of yourself. Now, selfie has become a way of life. As I was wondering about Selfies, I came up with few conclusions.

Are you self obsessive if you take a selfie? Most people will answer with a yes. But, no. The answer is a clear no. You would be, if you take the picture only for yourself, to capture a situation into a memory. But, is that the case? No, you take a selfie to show it to other people. While some people post it on social networking sites, that are connected to their siblings, thanks to the netted Internet, others do it calmly. They share it with friends and colleagues who are bound to see it, for being such a pleasure to them. But wait, you are trying to show someone what you are. You are not capturing it for yourself. You are capturing for the cause of ego, of building your own esteem, of boasting yourself, of being hyperbolic. So when you have to be looking at yourself, at the selfie cam of your device, you are actively busy staring at the screen worrying about how you would look to others. So, the bottomline being, you are trying to build yourself in others mind. You are trying to build a skyscraper in a land that is not yours, that soil you don't know, just for the reason that it needs to be yours.

When? Where? Why? The answer is random, arbitrary. While some have a selfie on the top of burj Khalifa, some have it in the luxurious toilet of an anonymous mall. While some take one in moments of happiness, others do because they are bored. The emphasis be on the reason, which is pretty much as existent as Indianness in red Indians. These questions fail to have a concrete, conclusive answer. It is good as long as you share it with the purpose of boasting, nothing wrong. The mistake has come with technology. 

My M8, for example, has never ending features regarding selfies. So, you lose the chance of having a person with you for selfies. People make you happy, even though you have dragged them with you to click a picture of yours, for moments will be shared. This will vanish real soon, accompanied by the invention of monopods. On the other hand, suppose there is a good friend of yours who has resolved to share his time with yours. But, he gets bored while you are looking at the smallest mirror in the world busy trying to depict yourself as something you are not. Trust me, there is a very high probability that this might create a dislike in your friend for you. You want to see how others are viewing you? Then, give the camera, your phone, to him. He might be seeing you beautifully, more vividly, differently from what you see yourself. He might be seeing your true beauty. So, shut your front cam up. 

Lastly, the selfie pose. Well, how many of you have ever posed for a selfie with your true expression? None. Not even one. If you ever did, sir, I bow to you. Duck faces, pouts, finger v, cross eyed stares, sleepy me and more. None of it is you. You are cute, you are beautiful when you are yourself. Everything else is a fake world. You are trying to portray yourself as someone who is not yourself. 

Concluding, you are clicking a photograph of someone who seems to be you, but isn't you, of a memory which no more is portrayed in the photograph because you occupy the camera space with your fake face, for showing it to people you don't know, or know in addition with the fact that your image in their brain needs to be manipulated. 

What? Read again, till you get it. Selfie? I hate you. Bye.

The murder

Yes, it is true that we are using people and loving devices. Let's speak about this thing called phone. Nine months ago, I woke one day to open flipkart. I found this Moto G, and ordered it instantaneously. I didn't even know what I was doing. I just saw that it came with Android 4.4 KitKat and went for it. After settling down, I read the specifications and was delighted. A perfect phone for me I thought.

It came in 3 days and I fell in love with it. A Love marriage it was. But the love was, love at first sight. You glance at a girl walking by, and fall madly for her because she throws the coffee cup the same way you do, into a trash can. Two days forth, you follow her, inquire who she is and then dream a lot about her. And there she is with you. Days proceed and you enjoy everything about her. So was it with my phone. Days went by, and I was discovering her features. 

Many a days, I was quite content with it, until a day came when I knew finally she cannot cook for me. It was the day I knew my phone didn't have enough memory to store all the songs I wanted it to. I had no other alternative, but to order a home delivery and eat with her everyday, but to listen to half my playlist everyday. I somehow got used to it, I had no other choice. 

Months passed and I managed to get hold of a Nokia, one of my first crushes. She could cook, a lot tastier food. I repented not proposing her marriage that day. I blamed the world for having carried me away, into false relationships, loves based on similarities and compulsions, afraid that I would have to take the real guilt. The guilt of searching for lust and not love, for status and not affection. But I had to settle with it, for moving back wasn't possible. Yes, life was very beautiful back then, but today, as I see it, it would be impossible for me to live on a phone that wouldn't conveniently stream my YouTube videos. 

Life was where I wish I could have my childhood crush back, but I did not because I was scared it would snatch me of my basic comforts, of being lively, living, communicating more with people and being a good being. But I refused. My ego did. No, I won't blame it. I did. I chose to be with the Moto for all it gave me. 

Then one fine day, I had to finally realize Google was going to come up with lollipop. As if I could see a girl, a hot colleague at work. Days forth was announced that my Moto would get an upgrade. I felt it was girl who could be better than her. I pushed my dearest hard, beyond her limits, to the gym and parlour. I had to root and keep it going, changing roms, confident everyday that at the end of the day, I need nothing but the regular rom to come back. She too tried to work out as I wished, and soon she saw that I was observing her physical beauty, and that I had given up the affection for lust, the love at first sight was no more. 

KitKat was now boring, for I stopped drinking coffee, all that was left was she and her coffee. Days passed by until I gave her up one day breaking the truth to her, that all I loved was something else. She couldn't stand it. She locked herself and wouldn't open, name boot. I was on the other side of the door, down on my knees, crying, begging her to be back. But, it was late. She had found the fan and a long cloth. Soft bricking was inevitable. The file system got corrupted forever and her feet were in the air. I realized slowly when all the adb and fastboot no more made sense. 

I broke open the door only to realize I wouldn't want that. I never wished that. But that was what happened. It was a soft brick, a suicide. But, deep inside I knew it was a murder, a cold blooded murder. I had given up my one real crush for a crazy love at first sight. Today when I saw she was not perfect, I willingly pushed her to the extreme, not waiting for her to go on diet by herself, and thus being the murderer. 

The next morning, I raced back to the showroom and spent a good amount to buy a HTC one M8. It was an arranged marriage, but the girl was perfect. She was easily the most eligible bride one could ever find. But the fear that a marriage that lacks love would stand long, given my randomness for rooting a Moto G was perilous. On the positive note, I feel content she can cook, sing, dance and walk with elegance beside me.

I only write this sad diary, for if I ever think of even changing the phone's launcher, of changing the ideal bride, then I should be willing to give up all the comforts this great device would give me and end up with a simple Nokia.

True love, and I never by my side stood.
infatuation to Moto was misunderstood.
All the commotion led to death and pain,
all my love was a fame game, I played in vain.

Now that I stand married to a bride, a heavenly fairy,
I willingly take her hand, and witnesses this diary.