Few Words From Religion

Growing up in a Brahmin Hindu family myself, a topic like religion from my perspective-with only eighteen years of experience might seem to be based on only the things I’ve learn from my forefathers or my religious orientation. This is not what I’ve got to put forward today.

I’ve always considered myself to be a religious person. This thought though evolved only from my own answers and not others’. This was for a small child’s quest for her god in a world that believed that god was true to only his own religion. And as a child I’ve been told multiple times to be good for god is watching and then I always wanted to look back. I’d then look for the divine only to take years and find people teach me how ‘your lord will never be mine’.

My friend was Muslim. Her grandmother knew Persian while mine was learned in Sanskrit. We were in a century now where we’d wear the same uniform to school and this century has slowly blurred our vision to differentiations we had in our mind for religious orientations. We are glad to be at peace and to love each other immensely. But I always wondered if it was right for our generations to not believe in god altogether in name of peace. I could never understand how in this race religion and peace stood away, facing and opposing each other. In contrast as I learnt more about god I learnt only peace in his name. What taught me more about my god was when the humming, the vibrations seeped into the corners in my head and I was at peace for long. I drifted so close to my god with chant in my lips.

I learned only that god should not be in question for the ones that truly believe. I then soon learnt not to look up to the skies to see him but to shut my eyes with each spell in his name to absorb in all the peace that it gave me. This was only when religion became a word very beautiful to me.

What I saw was failed to be preached was the good in religion that people fail to pay attention to in their loud shilling notes of their wakes, their cries, their calls, their quest and greed. I learned soon about the ones who in religion talked about rules and ways were never a little aware of the lords. And so I told my friend to let go of the hijab if she wanted to-her religion will always be what is inside her head and not on top of it. In days I’d stare at the green and white walls of the masjid and wonder if all these beauty could seep into my senses if I prayed for it and the voice inside my head said yes.This was religion inside my head.

I call my religion peace now and it never stood away from each other this way.My religion is my freedom and if you find your's, you'd know the beauty of the word I tell you about now.