An Essay on God

Recently, I was asked to write an essay on  "God, a Myth or Reality?". I quite liked what I wrote and thought I would try and reproduce it here. I would like to put in a few words before I do that, though.
The post is not aimed to hurt any other person's views/opinions/religious sentiments. What has been expressed here is not an attempt to sound politically correct either. This is what it is. I suggest you keep an open mind when you read the following. It may just make you think.

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I have been unable to make up my mind whether I believe in God or not. It sounds a little bizarre to me that there is a super being sitting around somewhere, monitoring the situation across the Universe and deciding how everything works. At the same time, when you think about how it all began with a few atoms clumping together to form a molecule which further clumped together to form mass and wonder at the complexity of the entire system, you cannot help but wonder at how it could have been a random and spontaneous occurrence.

I think God is more of a concept. Consider the Universe to be an isolated science experiment governed by a set of rules or laws. Changing a few dynamics within the system will lead to reactions. However, since we have not been able to unravel all the laws and mysteries of our world, we begin to believe in a super power which explains the unexplained and allows us to accept the unknown. Going by this logic, I begin to wonder, who made these laws?

I end this here, on this ambiguous note, because I don't think there is much more I can add to explain my non-stand on this topic. Maybe it's better to have a little faith, maybe not. Only you can know what works best for you.

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A discussion followed the essay, where I was asked if I pray. I responded in the negative, to which I was asked, what DO you have faith in? What do you do when you need help or need someone to reach out to? I had no answer to that question. When I think about it now, I suddenly realise, why do we need faith? Why is it required? I realise I probably don't have faith because I have hopes. When you really come to think of it, when you Hope something happens, isn't it almost the same as praying it does? How is hoping different from praying? You hope within yourself, whereas you direct your prayers to a God. Maybe that's all the difference there is. Who is to say?

I have no more to add.

I bid y'all a goodnight.

Naina

Desperation

Dear February,
Come hither.
Look at me,
I'm beginning to wither.

Put me out,
Of my agony
Show me now,
How it will be.

I reach out,
For the fire
Burn my hands,
But still don't tire.

Everyday I stay,
I decide,
To grow a pair,
And toughen my hide.

Like a weakling,
I trudge along.
Looking for salvation,
In the depths of a bong.

My dear February,
Please come now.
Hasten the time,
And take a final bow.

Winter is Coming

I have to master the art of not feeling cold. I am sitting here watching girls walking around without socks in bare-all sandals, some even without their pants (going to the beach ladies?) and I shiver! Here I am wearing two pairs of socks on my feet, one pair on my hands, and I shall not talk about the one covering my head. And the men! One flimsy leather jacket, folded at the elbows....brrr!! Hey! Aren't you the same dude who was wearing a woolen skull cap last summer!? I think there is something off about your body temperature regulator, son. Better go see a doctor. Come new year's eve, the girls go all out in short dresses you wouldn't catch my grandmother wearing, the boys wear extra coats so they can *aherm* lend them to the ladies when they feel cold. (No judging, no judging)
The Taneja clan is out in this freeing cold to support the youngest Taneja in his singing venture. He looks gorgeous out there! (You can watch him singing here).
Everywhere I look, I am surrounded by people dressed in greys and blacks, with a few daring ones sitting around on the freezing floor in red. Winters is such a dreary season, I haven't seen the sun in two weeks now! If I was a dirty boy, I think I would have probably gone without a bath all season.
I think its time to put my blue and swollen fingers back inside my pockets. We don't want them chopped off now, do we?

Winterrrrrrs

Winter is here.
Naina

Red Hoodie

A silly poem about a silly sweater I've had forever...


Hot Shower,
On a cold winter day.
Steam rising up
To warm me top to toe,
Fogged mirror,
Shows no lies
While my red hoodie,
Sits outside.
My companion of ten years,
More faithful than a lover.
Jilted in summers,
Mistreated in December.
Dearer than a blanket
And scarcer than a jacket.
Oh! Red Hoodie,
How I missed thee.
One decade and counting,
Please, stay with me.