My Take On The Great Ram Debate

The Indian government now says that there is no proof that so called 'mythical' figure Ram existed. Now this is interesting, in the first place who asked the government prove that Ram exists and secondly if they can't prove it, does it mean that it doesn't exist. Since when has almighty started dishing out evidence that it exists or existed & if you are looking for proof by Him, then you are denying faith in Him & trust me, without faith God is nothing, its Cipher.

Has the American government ever been asked to prove that Christ existed (assume Bush saying that Christ is a myth.I am damn sure not only Bush but this entire GOP will be wiped out from the U.S. political landscape forever). Even though U.S. is constitutionally secular, the government is so filled with Christian moorings & Christian cliques that ordinary Indians would be baffled at such blatant interference of religion in matters of the State.)

Now back to India, I may an atheist or antagonist at best, but the government can't be atheist. I believe Ram is everywhere. Its that singular belief, that single thread of reason that is holding this country together.This is not to say that religion is paramount in our county, but the foundations of this county are in deep in Hinduism & Gandhi vision of Ram Rajya. In every day life you speak of him, in every hardship you trust your faith in his hands, we still celebrate Diwali, we even die with the chants of Ram Naam. Ram is a personalization of that utter faith & embodiment of spirit and of that Supreme Being. It is beyond comprehension, its more personal & yet its supernal. I hate this neo-pseudo-secularism, this what should I say, a false belief of so called humble-ness that borders on chivalry towards certain sections. I bet can this government say that Prophet or Christ never existed.

Making Sure I Have September Post

I haven't blogged in ages now & in between lot of interesting and not so interesting things seem to have happened, nothing on the personal front though. My canvas seem as drab as ever. Meanwhile the surge in Iraq goes on, India wrestles between the Ram & the Bomb, the sub-prime mortgage misery unfolds out here. In the neighbourhood Musahraff clowns around his lady luck, while Taliban gnaws at the periphery. In cricket 20-20 has reduced cricket to such levels of hoax-ism, I wonder if its a cricket any more or maybe its some kind of fast melting ice cream that still is ice cream but still not the ice cream and if this was not enough then we have media frenzy (CNN) on OJ Simpson (yet again! )

But still I don't feel about writing them any more, and for that matter why should I write them and for whom, maybe they are just some mindless gabble that nobody really reads & nobody really cares out. But given a deep thought, I wonder since when I have started to write for others and care a damn about others. It is my life, its my alter ego, its only here, in this page that I chooses how to live it and I choose how to die in it. This is my soapbox & I am ain't going anywhere yet.

On other things coming up I declined to come back to U.S. again on this project. Maybe it came on too easy or maybe I am not satisfied with my own performance out here leave aside the aimless work & the hopeless project. I don't know if maybe 5-6 months down the line I will regret my decision of not coming back here, especially for the money thing. Damn this bloody money. I think my time is done out here, in this project & in this company, and increasing the stay just adds to the misery. I am going back India in a month's time & then the new battle starts, what to do next with this mortal soul? I hate doing this, I really do, but then that's what life is. That elusive hope, that mindless struggle of the mind against the weak flesh. I am tired. now.