Belief

Religion is something that means nothing great to me. Don’t mistake me, I believe in God, but not as belonging to one particular religion. I am not against any person who believes in a religion but I’m very much against someone going against a religion.

A few days back, I had gone to meet a few of my friends who are doing their project work at an institute. We met outside near the gate and planned to spend the rest of the day having fun, and just chilling out. When we were standing to catch a bus, a small street urchin came to us asking for money, holding a plate with a photo of a God placed on it. She looked as if she had not had a morsel to eat all day. Each of us put some money into the plate, and she walked on to the next person. We were about to resume our conversation, when we heard a cry of pain and a sound of something falling down. We turned to see a man, holding the little girl’s ear and slapping her left and right, scolding her in Kannada while people nearby just watched on.

Now, the four of us, me being from Kerala and my friends from North India, we have not much grasp over Kannada, so we could not go and stop him or argue with him. We were surprised no one was doing anything to help her out. But in a minute or two, a lady passing by saw the incident and stepped up to the brute of a man. The verbal war that followed between the two was just astonishing. In the end, the lady won, and the man jumped into a bus and left. She saw us, came to us and criticized us for not stepping up. We calmly spoke in Hindi and told her we had not a clue how to talk to the man since he knew not Hindi and we knew not Kannada. She went away.

There is a limit to someone’s non belief in God. To throw an image of God and hurt the person who is asking help to us in God’s name, it’s just downright treacherous. It is cruel and totally immoral. Ok, if you can’t help the person, then leave it… it is ok. The person will find some others who are willing to lend a bit of money to help. But is your life so pathetic that you have to stop others from asking for help? I’m not the generous person all the time, but to see someone hurting an innocent child is way past my sense of justice or equality.

Whether you believe or not, it is up to you.

But is it right to stop others from believing?

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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