Pushing The Rock Up The Hill...

When man is utterly helpless, he throws out his hand, looks in the sky and asks WHY? He weeps at night, hiding in corner, sometimes, even during the day, often in shower if he is coward to show his tears in front of others, looks for hope in churches, mosques and temples…and ask again? WHY?

Temple answers- your deeds in your last life

Church- Adam, Original Sin

Mosque- God’s will, you have no say

Jains- Go naked

Monks- Desires, expectations, shave your head, wear orange

The pettiness of human life is often underlined, explained inasmuch as vaguely, in spiritual terms, as Jesus telling parable to stone-age, stupid, uneducated,  showy,  primitive, uncultured,  Jew savages, who had high opinion of themselves as “God’s chosen” but indeed were ridiculously unaware of any geography, history, science, arts, music, religion, literature, philosophy, and other civilization than that of theirs. Jesus calls them to wash each other’s feet and people including all Jews and non-Jews, still trying to decide whether or not, it is true or relevant now, or has any meaning yet, prevents this practice. When a pastor in North Carolina wants to put queers and sinners, (in his one words) inside a 150-100 miles wall, electrified strongly, and wants to wait till they die because they can’t reproduce, and crowd claps “Amen!”, one has to think if there is any empathy left in this Noble religion. If someone goes to church to observe fellowship, he becomes Brother, if not they are potential candidate for electrified chamber?

What do you want my Brother, pray five times, don’t eat pig, says one of my coworker. Go to jungle, shave your head, renounce everything at once, go orange says other. Break the bread till he comes says another. And when there is so much weakness, dumbness, helplessness and hopelessness in us, no one is honest enough to say- “I really don’t know, I think, I wish it were true, though highly unlikely, all different claims cannot be true about God and I have no clue how to get out of this misery.”

There is no easy way out. Empathy has died. There is no mercy, no compassion inside a heart of fellow human for another. “Brother, I will pray for you” they say, “although I can’t guarantee you the answer or reward, and I have prayers of own, leave it to his will, wait till his time. If I can’t present my own case to God, what good of purpose does it serve- all my virtue, such as sacrifice, nobility, compassion, humility, and such play any role? Nothing, all human potential virtues are shadowed, undermined, rubbished, downcasted…just to yield to the good works of Prophets, sermons of the messengers, parables of the saviors, and of manifestation of God’s incarnations.  If my super-great Grandfather eats an apple, and somehow some thug shoots me and puts to paralysis all life, I have to say- OKAY God, your will not mine, though, I will pray and wish that everything is going to be OKAY in the END…. For now I just have to push a big rock up the mountain by myself, and when it rolls back, I have to wonder, pray again, doubt, but nonetheless, I have to try again to push it back up the hill, knowing not what will happen.

Brothers! We are all alike. There is no doubt. I can’t carry your burden, nor can you at least not by calling me brother. Your God must be my God. What touches you, must touch me somehow if he is not partial. If you do not think so, may be Just like Gibran said-May be when I am suffering here, there is Good God and bad God, both meet, Good one says –Hello brother! Bad God does not answer. Why says the Good God. Bad God says- “For of late I have been often mistaken for you, called by your name, and treated as if I were you, and it ill-pleases me.”

Same doeth the Human thinking me as I were you- says the Good God.

Both probably then walks away curing the stupidity if Human… and as I am writing this. Brother! I have to cook my own meal, wash my laundry, condemn the bad religious people, and humble myself in this ill-fated world. Please pray me for me, my brother, because as indicated in good book - thee shall probably get to reap the fruit of thy labor.

May 23, 2012