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Of Man, God and his Politics

A significant number of years ago, there was a French essayist, Montaigne, whose essays were mostly titled as “Of truth”, “Of Politics” etc. wherein he talked about the philosophies related to truth, politics, friendships, relationships etc. 

Today, my article is titled Of Man, God, and Politics, so it becomes obvious what this is going to be about. Any person who believes he does not want to read or propagate any idea related to God – good or bad, must not go forward with reading this article today.

As it is said, let me skip to the good part. But sadly, there is no good part in this essay. It is only the truth – as seen from my eyes and as perceived by my wisdom. 

Call me a fool, an atheist, an imbecile, but I do not believe that men were created out of love by God. Men were simply created as pawns. Pawns who could speak of God in all the possible and parallel universes. Ours is a multi-galactical universe. And who knows, there might be a possibility of a multiverse. So many universes, so many Gods, so many spokespersons and so many imbeciles like me, perhaps. 

Now talking about Man. Who is a man? Who are we? Are we some pieces of mere flesh and bones, or are we what they call – his most beautiful and intelligent creations? Or are we simply a result or a repercussion of a forbidden fruit?

Well, in my view of this perfectly balanced world, we are nothing but mistresses. We are nothing but slaves. Slaves and our bondage is – Religion. 

We are bound to the shackles of religion the same way poultry is bound to the cages and criminals bound to jails. The same way cattle are bound to ropes and a horse is bound to a jockey. 

It might hurt to accept this, but we are nothing but a source of God’s entertainment. Perhaps, all the gods of all the religions on this earth are fond of politics. But certainly, it would not befit the image of God to step in the shadow of politics. So, he created us – the humans. I truly believe there is a god behind our births, our creation, but I reject the idea of believing that there was any merit or good spirit in doing so. 

God created us and gave us beautiful planets, plentiful resources like soil, water, and wind, he gave us oceans, he gave us warmth of the fire, he gave us animals to serve us and feed us and then he gave us a variety – men and women, for each other’s entertainment of course.

 God gave us the best of everything – a mind too. A beautiful yet dangerous mind. But he gave all men different minds. He gave all men different wisdoms, and he gave all men different ideas to create a divide between them and to distinguish them from each other.

With these little fragments of our own wisdom, we created our own Gods. We created our own ideas of God, our own ideas of worshipping him and our own ideas of obeying him. But he kept one thing the same – everyone worships God. None speak evil of him, lest we are devilish. 

God created human beings so that he could play his politics and keep himself entertained through us. He bestowed us all good things but kept himself always up on the podium so we shall bow and kneel before him. 

God created humans and humans created so many Gods. 

Now neither the God can identify which race of humans he had created, nor are the humans able to identify who is their God, who to worship, bow down or kneel to…

This is of men, God and politics. This. Exactly this state.

Heart Aches

Devika.

This image above is a black-hole. It is defined by Wikipedia as a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that no particle – not even a planet or even light radiations or electromagnetic radiations can escape from it. Everything just kind of gets sucked up into a black-hole.

Now, I don’t remember exactly why I was reading this article, but as I was reading this, I realised, aren’t some people exactly like black holes? I mean to say, in a way, their general conduct and characteristics resemble a lot like black holes.

Or at least, I have seen many people of this kind. Some of them may be reading this reading now and laughing sarcastically.

So, today, I’d like to share another story of Devika, in whose life, there was once a person with same characteristic features.

I hardly remember the name of the person, but I minutely remember his each and every characteristic. I suppose, as intensely as I remember Devika. The guy came in Devika’s life like the silence before a storm. A violent storm. Devika was the kind of person who was head over heels crazy about her friends. She could go to any extent for helping her friends. Just the way she saved my life and gave hers. She could’ve done this for anyone. But I don’t know why she felt the need to help that guy. I am sure she must have had some instincts when she approached with a helping hand, but she must have ignored them. Typical Devika!

I don’t know if the guy was genuine or not, but sometimes, he seemed to be so much in love with Devika that I turned green with envy. And just the other moment, he was so coarse and impolite, that it made me feel as if Devika was just like a condom. Nothing more, nothing less. I tried to warn Devika a million times, but poor girl, didn’t listen to me. She was to a lot of extent already in love with him, I suppose. His ill-treatment was nothing to her. She still wiped his tears, took his care, cooked for him and laid herself every time for him. And I’d say, the guy was also so much involved that he couldn’t lose respect in my eyes entirely. He seemed to be equally in love with Devika. But just SEEMED TO BE, I guess. Or maybe he was, don’t know.

They both were equally stupid. Or may be one was and the other one was just good at pretending.

But the end and the pain he brought to Devika, made him a black hole. He took everything from her. Her light, her vibrations, her positive energies, her skin and most importantly, her remaining bits of trust in love.

After he was mentally in a good place, Devika meant nothing to him. He started acting aloof and put aside Devika completely. I pitied Devika a lot, but at the same time, I was angry at her for being totally submissive towards this guy.

Her cheeks which once only knew smile, were now teary. Her eyes, which were once hopeful, were now teary. And her mind, which was once happy and healthy, was now full of gloom and despair. Poor girl could not even reflect it and could not even speak it out to him because that was clearly “an overthinking quality” of hers. So, she remained silent. For a very long time, her wounds were unhealed. Her pain found shelter in her words. She wrote all this down and people read it with full attention. But no one came for help, not even the guy she once helped. And so, once again, Devika was left with a broken heart. She carried on with her regular life, laughed and talked normally, may be just to stay normal in front of that guy. And consequently, Devika got sucked up and lost into that black hole forever. Never found Devika again.

This image above is a black-hole. It is defined by Wikipedia as a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that no particle – not even a planet or even light radiations or electromagnetic radiations can escape from it. Everything just kind of gets sucked up into a black-hole.

Now, I don’t remember exactly why I was reading this article, but as I was reading this, I realised, aren’t some people exactly like black holes? I mean to say, in a way, their general conduct and characteristics resemble a lot like black holes.

Or at least, I have seen many people of this kind. Some of them may be reading this reading now and laughing sarcastically.

So, today, I’d like to share another story of Devika, in whose life, there was once a person with same characteristic features.

I hardly remember the name of the person, but I minutely remember his each and every characteristic. I suppose, as intensely as I remember Devika. The guy came in Devika’s life like the silence before a storm. A violent storm. Devika was the kind of person who was head over heels crazy about her friends. She could go to any extent for helping her friends. Just the way she saved my life and gave hers. She could’ve done this for anyone. But I don’t know why she felt the need to help that guy. I am sure she must have had some instincts when she approached with a helping hand, but she must have ignored them. Typical Devika!

I don’t know if the guy was genuine or not, but sometimes, he seemed to be so much in love with Devika that I turned green with envy. And just the other moment, he was so coarse and impolite, that it made me feel as if Devika was just like a condom. Nothing more, nothing less. I tried to warn Devika a million times, but poor girl, didn’t listen to me. She was to a lot of extent already in love with him, I suppose. His ill-treatment was nothing to her. She still wiped his tears, took his care, cooked for him and laid herself every time for him. And I’d say, the guy was also so much involved that he couldn’t lose respect in my eyes entirely. He seemed to be equally in love with Devika. But just SEEMED TO BE, I guess. Or maybe he was, don’t know.

They both were equally stupid. Or may be one was and the other one was just good at pretending.

But the end and the pain he brought to Devika, made him a black hole. He took everything from her. Her light, her vibrations, her positive energies, her skin and most importantly, her remaining bits of trust in love.

After he was mentally in a good place, Devika meant nothing to him. He started acting aloof and put aside Devika completely. I pitied Devika a lot, but at the same time, I was angry at her for being totally submissive towards this guy.

Her cheeks which once only knew smile, were now teary. Her eyes, which were once hopeful, were now teary. And her mind, which was once happy and healthy, was now full of gloom and despair. Poor girl could not even reflect it and could not even speak it out to him because that was clearly “an overthinking quality” of hers. So, she remained silent. For a very long time, her wounds were unhealed. Her pain found shelter in her words. She wrote all this down and people read it with full attention. But no one came for help, not even the guy she once helped. And so, once again, Devika was left with a broken heart. She carried on with her regular life, laughed and talked normally, may be just to stay normal in front of that guy. And consequently, Devika got sucked up and lost into that black hole forever. Never found Devika again.