Not For The Religious Kind

Was wondering why people become absolutely "religious" (only/mostly) when there is some sort of perceived trouble in their lives that makes them anxious and consequently makes them perform all those rituals that are monotonous and are plain abnormal repetitions (like ringing the bell "x" number of times or dangling an incense stick in a particular direction around a few particular creatively created objects of mankind at the rate of "y" number of rotations per second or giving "z" amount of tithe to the nearby institution as commanded(by who?!)) that one feels compelled, obligated and impulsive to perform dutifully; hm... could religious ceremonies and rituals-the brainchild of those who created religion-then be a symptom of an anxiety disorder capitalized due to a rising fear that the scientific warlords of psychiatry and scientific temper dare not refer to, name it and slot into their diagnostic catalogues as a certain treatable disorder for reasons quite obvious to the rest of the thinking minds?! 

Most religious people I see are carefully designed, impeccably created, wonderful crackpots-who reveal more of a broken image through their eccentric, idiosyncratic, absolutely mental and finely distinguishable (in the most derogatory way imaginable) acts that they interestingly perform for the rest of the finer world (though small) that still exists and boldly walks up and about and around to see. This small minority of carefree souls sans any religious obligation or ritualistic obsession, strolling on a spiritual journey on Earth-the minority in this aspect-are so much enviably free-that perhaps is the possible bunch that God wanted and created in his own image.

I think these religious, self-acclaimed-sacrosanct-religious creatures (some of them and their strange behaviour that I got a chance to watch up close in an organization I was caught up as a slave recently) believe in papers more than the divine; they are some of the many who believe in papers and bonds to convince themselves that marriages are sealed that way and silently head towards a divorce and would absolutely pretend to be surprized when that happens (thanks to their acting skills born out of their hypocrisy); they are like many who believe in religion than spirituality; these are who are generously referred to as the flocks that need a shepherd all the time to shoo them around and would possibly without the shepherd around be weak, blind and confused all the time; they look around the ground and miss looking towards the sky; these are who often convince me that humans can indeed survive without the grey matter along with the appendix as well; these are the parasites that the other religious parasites suck on for mutual survival; these are the ones who probably would never understand one bit of what I have tried to communicate here and would be disturbed for a while after reading this (truth always disturbs them as you may see); these are the ones that truly amaze me just like those flying insects that are a nuisance when they buzz around your ear that you manage to tolerate when you can't swat; these are the sacrosanct, moral, mad, self-advertising religious mongrels and mongers who would preach love and display hatred; the ones who talk of peace and are walking barrels of poisonous violence; they are disturbed and feel indebted to disturb others... yet, the minority few (the rest of the saner minds living in the free world) may as God would want, not mention any of these and treat them well with kindness (no matter how irritating and trying they can be and may get) as the good One above might call to do. Though unique, strange, absolutely retarded, under-developed and imbalanced they might be, they too are part of His creation possibly left behind to strengthen rationales, liberals and free souls in their reasoning and/or/otherwise walk around avoiding them like a piece of stinky crap that need not be stepped onto if and when noticed lying around... hence, smile, when they pass by or lie around when you walk by; for they are one amongst the several strange creations of God that we dare not name nor define scientifically for diplomacy's sake (Diplomacy as they say is to say "Good dog! Good dog! to the dogs till you can reach for the stones.) 

Well then, "Good dog! Good dog! each and every single one, it is nice to watch you sit, lie, bark and roll over on command to those tunes... go on and carry on-as I search for and reach for the stones (where the #u$! are the stones?!)" 

So What

When the stars at night don’t shine and the moonlight does not seep through, there could be just one sign from up above that teardrops from the sky are soon going to fall on your face if only you keep looking that way. Aren’t we too so much like nature? Is that why we relate to nature and try to find solace in it in times of trouble and explore it to find those answers to those strange questions that leaves us so clueless in the crowded urban jungle we live in?

Earthquakes, tidal waves, whirlpools and every other time the rattling Earth tries to say “don’t you dare mess with me!” Tremors and quicksand, volcanoes and every other thing that seem to say that her emotions are deep and could swallow you whole. Isn’t it a wonder that we live today and we might even survive tomorrow yet it is the dreams that one has that shatters with time and dies before the body does that shatters the soul from deep within. Isn’t that the reason why we so adamantly try to hold on to our dreams like a koala bear cub hugs its mother and would never let go that cradled comfort?

The dreams that die before we do… oh my my! tell me why? At times we chase those dreams like a headless chicken and in that process, we often leave our near and dear ones unattended and only when we have what we chased and have greedily groped in our hands what we so much wanted do we stop to look back and see the corpses we have trampled upon to get to where we are now and have what we wanted except everything else that we left trampled… it is then and only then that we realize that if a Man does not feel filled and complete without what he wants that he would never ever, ever never feel full and complete when he has what he wants.

Those violent persecutions and the dense drops of blood that trickles down the veins every time an emotion surpasses one’s imagination to realize what is for real and what is to stay for ever and the illusions and the hyper ventilated drives of humans that makes one leap more than he can jump to reach for the crown that noone but the one who jumps for it bothers about!

Bottomline: "Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are." Osho

pic: Clicked 5 years ago, found lying in my archive