What’s
in a name, right?
My religion is often talked about in
a farcical manner. There are newspaper articles which go on to analyze the
origin, evolution and future of my religion and its relevance. My Gods are caricatured
and painted at will.
On media, politicians twist and turn
my religious texts to their advantage. This is taken up by certain self-anointed
experts and given their own flavor and perspectives which frankly, very less
people are interested in. On Social media, this leads to mindless chatter which
is quite interesting. One side of the debate finds humor in my defending my
religious texts. The other side finds humor in the religious texts themselves,
not theirs but mine.
I talk about my religion. I am
looked up on with suspicion. I am asked as to why I talk about it. I am called
an extremist. I wear my religious symbols. This time, they call me a fanatic.
I build places of worship. They
stare. They say I am wasting money. If I worship idols, I am ridiculed. If I
don’t worship idols, I am ridiculed. The other gender in my religion matters.
The other gender in my religion is sinned. The other gender in my religion
doesn’t exist.
I let my Gods to have a sense of humor
when they are portrayed in films. I don’t let my Gods enter the movie hall at
all. I can laugh at the sense of humor that a God has if the God is someone
else’s that is.
In the haste of defending our religions,many of us seems to have forgotten God.It's like glorifying a road and forgetting about the destination itself.
In the haste of defending our religions,many of us seems to have forgotten God.It's like glorifying a road and forgetting about the destination itself.
Read
this article as Manu, Mohammed and Martin. Read this as Maya, Malala and Mary
too. Are your reactions different? What’s in a name, right?
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