Who knows my Religion?
By: Ashutosh Gupta
Prophet Muhammad was believed to be God sent whose teachings became an epic.
Jesus Christ, the central figure in Christianity was called 'The Son of God.' Those were the times of an untouched and untapped human race when the other sides of the Mountains were barren lands.The deities and followers with unfolding religions and 'Granths'(Epics), pupa into butterfly transformation, were indeed a reality. 'The Quran,' 'The Bible,' 'The Gita,' three ways of living were bestowed upon perplexed and unsure humanity enriching their quenched conscience. If this would had been a romantic tale of Humanists then one would have succumbed into mentioning 'And they lived happily ever after with their distinct symbolic of power and faith' but a cry and smell of blood brought me into this web. What an irony, ain't it?
I have been around here for a while, sometimes breathing, sometimes panting. Running with incertitude on a day while jammed to a standstill in hope on other.I was fortunate enough to have convenience of literature and a taste of history of mankind where 'kind' stemmed out as a riddle.The manifestation of my religion or any religion for that matter was an imposement of that literature more than a belief or innateness of the phenomenon.The physical distinction among the relics, power and faith added to the jeopardy and contradiction.
I seek for men who followed Jesus or idolized Prophet Muhammad and I end up visiting Blogs, Facebook and Twitter with people even following me for some reason. This ignorant and preoccupied self is a blessing, at least on the religious front. I mean, why get tangled up in those perplexed technicalities and fight for the spaces to showcase the virtue of respective religions because those virtuous innate, sane or insane human tendencies will always have the last laugh. People will fall in love and hate; they will worship Goddesses and will rape Women anyway, they will crave for materialistic pleasure from someone having a spiritual existence. That's how the World is shaping up, life has become like water bubbles where everyone commits short bursts of sins or benevolence and there is no specific trajectory in our path on which a tag of religion can slide through.
We are too saturated to follow some Prophet or a Saint. We follow our temptations. Jesus had his own temptation of a normal life of a good man. This leaf can be taken from his book.
Tear of good Man is molten crystal.
He is Gift of sanity and curse of solitude.
He is the Star in the Sun.
He is nucleus of Love, stable and unperturbed.
He is no muscle, he is no power, he only feed them.
He has no Midas touch, he paints Gold when and where he wants.
No one pursue him, just like enchanting serene Wind.