Am I an atheist or an antogonist?
Am I a fierce believer in God?I am not quite sure if I can consider myself both. I am pretty radical in my thoughts and habituated myself to challenge any beliefs which do not seem right and at times do not follow them either. However, having been part of a country that is embedded with cultural heritage and having been bought up in an orthodox family I have grown up thinking that there is a superficial force protecting all of us. I am yet to be convinced on either point of views so naturally I am a bit of both.
Am I a fierce believer in God?I am not quite sure if I can consider myself both. I am pretty radical in my thoughts and habituated myself to challenge any beliefs which do not seem right and at times do not follow them either. However, having been part of a country that is embedded with cultural heritage and having been bought up in an orthodox family I have grown up thinking that there is a superficial force protecting all of us. I am yet to be convinced on either point of views so naturally I am a bit of both.
It was just another Friday evening with all of us planning out our weekends and the usual choices like multiplexes eat joints thrown in. But I got a call from one of my friend telling that she wanted to take me to a place that would be different. The next day I set out on my bike to what was to become a thought provoking experience.
My stop was the “Missionaries of Charity” located near the outskirts of Bangalore or Bengaluru as it is called now a days. It’s a destitute home where old people mainly women who were deserted by their near and dear ones are being taken care by the tender hands of the nuns running this special place. As I slowly started to interact with many of the people here I realized how unfortunate they were or to put it in other words how fortunate we are to be living such a pleasant and carefree life. There were all kinds of people with nowhere to go and only hope and their daily prayers to give them company.
There was this girl who had lost both her hands and legs, can't see properly and can't speak. She was lying on a bed and by her face I could make out she was old however her physical features told otherwise. She was just a old girl in a kids body. With feelings that have no name I wondered. Lot of questions showed itself deep inside my mind... I wondered why God created people like her? He is supposed to be the master how can He bear the sight of his children suffering? I thought that the evolution and subsequent existence of man should be Scientific and the radical part of my mind was taking over.
My stop was the “Missionaries of Charity” located near the outskirts of Bangalore or Bengaluru as it is called now a days. It’s a destitute home where old people mainly women who were deserted by their near and dear ones are being taken care by the tender hands of the nuns running this special place. As I slowly started to interact with many of the people here I realized how unfortunate they were or to put it in other words how fortunate we are to be living such a pleasant and carefree life. There were all kinds of people with nowhere to go and only hope and their daily prayers to give them company.
There was this girl who had lost both her hands and legs, can't see properly and can't speak. She was lying on a bed and by her face I could make out she was old however her physical features told otherwise. She was just a old girl in a kids body. With feelings that have no name I wondered. Lot of questions showed itself deep inside my mind... I wondered why God created people like her? He is supposed to be the master how can He bear the sight of his children suffering? I thought that the evolution and subsequent existence of man should be Scientific and the radical part of my mind was taking over.
We were to serve lunch to everyone that day. I took a plate of rice (a traditional South Indian Dish) and fed lunch to the girl in my own hands. A kind of warmth spread over my body, a good feeling, it was that feeling which is pure and too good to be true. For that brief moment I was lost, I think I could say that, lost for words, lost for any desires out of life, lost for any wordly pleasures. I was just thinking about someone else's welfare and the feeling was so warm and good.
As this feeling started to encompass the whole of myself I began to realize that these people were the special kinds; they are the people who help us feel the good within each one of us and to realize the responsibility we have as fellow human beings. It's just doing simple things, they just want to be heard, someone patiently listening to all the little stories they tell.
As it was time to leave the place I saw angels at work, they wore jeans and T-Shirts, they come every Saturday and share their time with these people, bring light to these eyes who have never seen any, sing and dance for them, bringing a smile to their face and are trying their best to make this world a better place to live in. All these angels were young and enthusiastic, people determined to change the world, determined to bring joy of music to ears that have heard the cries of their past, determined to wipe out the wounds that have haunted them for years, angels from different religion bringing their own message of peace in their own little way.
At the end of it all I walked off with a firm belief that Angels are not invisible they do exist right in front of us and I was convinced God exists too, its a matter of who you call God....
As it was time to leave the place I saw angels at work, they wore jeans and T-Shirts, they come every Saturday and share their time with these people, bring light to these eyes who have never seen any, sing and dance for them, bringing a smile to their face and are trying their best to make this world a better place to live in. All these angels were young and enthusiastic, people determined to change the world, determined to bring joy of music to ears that have heard the cries of their past, determined to wipe out the wounds that have haunted them for years, angels from different religion bringing their own message of peace in their own little way.
At the end of it all I walked off with a firm belief that Angels are not invisible they do exist right in front of us and I was convinced God exists too, its a matter of who you call God....
Notice not, Do I, the ocean,
It's a sight, I see often.
Horizon is where I want to be seen,
Aware of sharks lying between.
All my fears come to haunt,
But my heart sang, to me my dream.
Almighty took my hand,
My feet led me to destiny.
It's a sight, I see often.
Horizon is where I want to be seen,
Aware of sharks lying between.
All my fears come to haunt,
But my heart sang, to me my dream.
Almighty took my hand,
My feet led me to destiny.
Very interesting. worth reading this post again and again.
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