My God converses with me….

 The best side effect of Corona, in my view, was that our God came home; the humans got locked inside the homes and the God got unlocked from the places of worships, the temples.

One thing which always irritated me no end was the religious beliefs and the traditions passed down through generations in every family and being followed blindly. I never understood why I should require a mediator (a religious priest) to converse with my God that too in a language alien to me. Why should a priest be required as a translator to convey my prayers/ wishes to God in a language which I do not understand? Why can’t I converse with my God in the language I speak? Why cannot I speak with HIM whenever, wherever I want to, why is a day fixed and an appointment needed? If I am HIS child, then where is the space for someone else between me and HIM? My God should understand the language I speak otherwise HE is not mine.

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Playing the victim card…. Need to change

We all play the victim card sometime or the other and don’t we excel in this game? Take any relation, parent and child, student and teacher, boss and junior there are normally three characters around whom the story revolves, an oppressor, a victim, and an observer (Victim’s friend generally) and if one is fortunate a saviour comes in some cases. Movies after movies based on this standard theme have raked in huge profits for the producers year after year. Aren’t we still so fond of such stories?

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Being a Soldier….

The night was freezing cold, the temperature sub-zero as the 20 men set out one fine evening on a confirmatory patrol in a rugged high-altitude terrain far away from their base, to check whether all was well along the border.

The group of 20, whose roots lay in 10 different states of the country from Punjab, Himachal, Bihar, Bengal, Orissa, Tamil Nadu, Andhra, Chattisgarh, Jharkhand to Madhya Pradesh, but in their veins flowed only Indian blood. The braves for whom surnames, caste, creed or religion had no relevance; the only religion they believed in is soldiering.

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Born pure….Why can’t we allow them to live pure?

I have had the good fortune of being in the hills on number of occasions; have not just traveled through but lived there for long periods. One major difference between life in hills and the plains is the purity one experiences, the purity not just of the air or water but the complete environment as such, the major difference can be felt in the minds … Continue reading Born pure….Why can’t we allow them to live pure?

Marriage and the shoe string budget…..

We had a short sweet courtship of three months before we decided to tie the knot. (My Dream Girl – Part 2: Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si mili ek ajnabee se……)Three months was a good enough period to know and understand each other. The 90 best days of my life, enjoying the newfound company, flying high on cloud 9, love does take you on a different high. We had our fair share of hurdles, though nothing alarming, till we finally reached the stage of ‘saat pheras’ but fortunately both the families never raised any major issues.

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Follow your dream….

I had in an earlier article” Stay positive….You are born to excel not to ‘just fit in’….had expressed my views about the stress the students go through while facing interviews in the campus. The placement procedures have more or less got over and some of the students (including my boy) have been selected by well-known companies for a job they were desirous of joining. 

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