Random Ramblings

Why do people believe in God? Is being religious tantamount to believing in God? Does God exist? These are few questions which have kept many philosophers and thinkers busy since ages, and often at loggerheads with each other and with the society. I am no philosopher, nor a great thinker. But yes, these questions do arise in my mind, and too often especially when I see the countless customs and traditions, which often overlap with some superstitions, when I am told to perform rituals or puja, when I am criticized for being an atheist as I am unwilling to indulge in sycophancies to please gods for favors and often here and there. I am not an atheist. But I am not a great believer either. Actually I am a terribly confused person. I am not sure why do people believe blindly in an all powerful supreme being without questioning, and accepting (or pretending to!) everything that comes their way – good or bad as the will of god. Maybe it is just because it is convenient to do so. It o

Sometimes life becomes so boring, especially when we have nothing to do, when sleep eludes us, we don’t want to touch any pending work, when we are already suffering from an overdose of movies , when there is no one around to have a bakar and when we do all kinds of crazy/ weird stuff to keep ourselves occupied. Some of the things which I have been doing of late are listed. It is as boring as it gets, and this list is by no means exhaustive: · Searching Wikipedia for information on millions of things ranging from Mahabharata, Ramayana, and Gods to Chinese cuisine to Statistics of religions in USA to tea gardens blah blah. · Changing my winamp playlist and then deleting most of the added songs. · Searching for useless movie related trivia in some unknown movie. · Calculating for the n th time the marks I shall need to pass the financial management course. · Downloading files from LAN and deleting 97.73% of them, and meanwhile transferrin

I wish to go back to days when I used to rush back from school eager to tell my mother about the trivialest incident in school. When I used to bombard my dad with millions of when/ where/ how/ why/ whom questions. When I used to cry in school because my shoelace was open. When I used to collect as many unripe mangoes from the tree. When I used to fight with friends after my batting was over, in a hope to get it once again. When I used to flaunt my toys to my friends, and feel jealous of theirs. When I used to feel euphoric after winning a balloon game. When I longed for the moment when I’ll get an ice cream. When I feared that drinking tea will change the color of skin to black. When I used to wait for the recess bell to ring for the Tiffin break, and rush to play ‘lock and key’. When I used to fight with my brother for that slightly larger piece of cake. When I used to shake my teeth anticipating when it will break. When I used to feel proud of knowing alphabet