The Questionable Identity

Belief is what binds us together, when it comes to religion. From worshipping a stone to tying threads around a banyan tree, there is an eternal belief in each one of us about the existence of a super natural body – GOD. It is this belief, which we carry with us everywhere in the form of red threads tied firmly around the wrists, a loose thread with a tiny metal around the neck and in many other forms in the human anatomy.

From childhood we are taught about deities who are supposed to keep an eye over all our doings and manage this universe. The strange thing is that we never get to see this omnipresent divine power or witness its existence.

Like every other Indian child, I too was taught of worshipping God. Ours is a family which strongly indulged in religion. Infact, I have taken ‘guru naam’ (chants of a particular religious leader) wore a black thread around the neck. I continued to practice it till a certain time. No doubtI grew up to be a staunch believer of God, unless one incident in my life forced to question the identity of God.

We are always eager to know what lies ahead of our life. Bright or gloomy days ahead, a simple or a great career, an astrologer seems to be our life saviour or our guide who shows us what life has in store for us. In our case, it was my mother’s illness that had been disturbing us since the time she was diagnosed with cancer. Worried about her health, we consulted two astrologers (to be precise). Just few months before her death, both of them gave an assuring reply giving an indication of no bad results. No doubt their reply was followed even by an emerald to drive the evil away.

Much to our astonishment, it was just 5 months later when my mother passed away. Her deteriorating health had given us a clear indication that it was her time. There wasn’t an iota of doubt in that. Subsequently, just after a month of her demise, all the divine beliefs had catapulted to a dried vessel which was empty. It seemed as if it was broken by a stone and the water in it had flowed away with a promise of never to return. So, this one incident was enough for me to wash away all my beliefs on the divine power.

From the time immemorial, we are taught about the presence of a certain force called God or Almighty or The Divine Power. We worship them in photo frames, as marble statues, stones and trees. But their existence is a questionable identity to this and the coming generation.

I still have faith in God. No doubt it has reduced since the untimely death of my mother. I just want to know about the truth of his existence and let the world know about it.

P.S. ALL THE VIEWPOINTS EXPRESSED HERE ARE MY PERSONALEXPERIENCES. THERE IS NO INTENTION OF HURTING ANY RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS.