Having penned some sentiments ref the religious practices does not silence the quest into the validity or invalidity of the Belief System. There is so much going on around us, within our very environs that the quest gets thirstier and one seeks further answers to a lot.

As per common understanding one man’s sin could be another one’s virtue. Hindus so to say, are meant to be vegetarian. If we agree to that then 60% of the Hindu population lives in Sin. Consumption of beef is a taboo to Hindus as they are meant to be worshipping the Cow. Arguably there is a very negligent proportion of Hindus who can claim to know the reasons behind worshipping a Cow or considering it Holy. Then there is a whole wide range of other religions who find no fault in feasting on Cow meat. They are not sinners just because they aren’t Hindus.

The Muslims consider having the Swine meat as a taboo yet there are many who relish Pork and Ham. The same Animal flesh changes its significance from worship to the plate. Yet no one is wrong and no one is right. Strange is the way we connect or disconnect our faith with such practices.

Islam does not permit consumption of Alcohol. Hinduism doesn’t prohibit it’s usage very strictly neither does it permit it freely. Sikhism has split views ref the same whereas Christianity doesn’t advocate against it. It is quite interesting that people are judged by consumption of alcohol, tobacco, meats yet we find Hindus eating meat, Muslims drinking Alcohol and Chritians being vegetarian. Does that mean they all are sinners? It might be worth calling to attention that certain Hindu Devtas indulged in alcohol mentioned as Somras and Jesus miraculously produced wine and fish. The sin is obviously not in the food and drink but in the thought.

I am quite intrigued by the system of observance of certain days too being auspicious and observed in a pious manner. Very aware that Iwould be hurting many a sentiment, I dare to question the existence of those special days or weeks when when must pray more than other days, one must observe certain austerities such as skipping meals / going vegetarian / abstaining indulgence in sex, alcohol or even keep tabs on desires, anger,lust,greed,hatred and violence . How and when did we ever start  considering only certain periods such as Navratri, Diwali, Ramadan, Paryushan, Lent, Vaisakhi to be of higher significance than others. What wrath have other days earned that they should be ignored.?Amusingly, what is considered an auspicious occasion for a certain sect of people could simultaneously be an indulgent period for another sect.

A few weeks of arguments ref the meat ban in certain parts of India challenged the whole ethic of religious tolerance Among people. It was a very confused state of affairs and a pity worthy state of minds when one thrusts ones likes and dislikes on others on the name of religion. Alas! They know not  that respect for any faith or practice is earned by merit not by pressure. The very people who impose such bans I urge them to consider a fact well known and acknowledged but ignored. The basis of restricting slaughter or sale of animals or animal products is in fact resting on a very hollow foundation. Most of our Hindu Devtas are depicted on some animal as their mode of transport like the mouse, the lion, the cow etc. The forum against  Cruelty On Animals might want to challenge those Devtas or curse the artist who painted snakes around a Diety’s neck. Sounds ridiculous ? That’s the point!

Many Indians around the world have just accomplished their very spiritual period of festivity and prayers with lot of pomp and splendor that which was competed by most daily soaps on various channels as well. While some opted for huge Idols of the Lord, others caring for the environment and needs chose eco friendly statues. It appeared, whatever material used, the celebration was more of a status symbol for many rather than being a quiet period of sanctity. There were loads of pictures on social media boasting of larger than life celebrations, eco friendly celebrations as well as those catering to the not so fortunate members of the society. Yes, of course! We all took pride and boasted and we’re happy. The aftermath of the festival is a nightmare in terms of pollution and hygiene.

To follow next in line was the festival of Eid ul Adha or Bakrid marking the end of the Holy period when Devout Muslims from all over the world carry on with their pilgrimage to Mecca. The unfortunate incident of an accident causing deaths was later followed by another unfortunate scene. I am not well versed with the austerities, so haven’t quite figured out as to why and which Devil is getting stoned year after year for thousands of years and yet remains unconquered. The Devil and The God is within us. The Satan and The Saint is within us.

Attire! How can we overlook the questions raised over each other’s dress code based ritualistically. Let’s give it some thought till we get on with details in the near future.



The lone tree from the window
Standing tall, a wee bit sturdy
An adventure sport it be for them
The buzzing bees so very often
Buzzing up into the bark so hollow
Escaping danger somewhat shallow
Crawling down all in a single file
Resting on the trunk for a while
Gazing at this busy lifestyle
Brings admiration with a big smile
The sparrows and the little birds
Come pay a visit once in a while
Swinging on the branches nifty
Taking their flight very swiftly
A daily routine of their chirpy life
Birdlings, hubby bird and the wife
The green of the leafy airy sort
Gives them a cool comfort spot
Keeping the little ones tucked in safe
Gathering morsels from place to place
The lone tall tree from the window
A nursery where the tiny birds grow
The occasional visits by the butterfly
Add bright colours to the tree so shy
Dull and dreary with the dark skyline
The flying beauty adds it’s pretty shine
And then there comes the mighty hawk
Who rules the tree in all its squack
Sitting atop the peak of the tree
Boasting of its beak with roaring spree
His royal majesty has perched on the throne
But besides the window it’s pretty alone
The garden seems a far destination
For the tree it’s just a fascination
Comfort giver to the tiny and Bold
It is gradually gaining years of old
With no one to hear him like a mate
Oh! What a shame, to his sad fate
All his stories of lone shall remain untold
Staying under wraps in the heart fold
Yet his sturdy might reaches to the sky
Stretching out to chat with the sky
But the clouds come to cloud his say
And loneliness alone comes his way
In all strangeness plans get altered
The itsy witsy spider alights unfaltered
Upon the trunk and spins it’s magic
Rotates around the tree who is tragic
A bond of love nurtures with legs eightfold
None of the tales of yore now untold
With each spin reaching a greater height
The tree has a friend much to delight
Together they seek the belovedship
Which many a beings gave a skip


The lone tree is a very real lone tree visible from my window. I often communicate with it, try to hear it’s unspoken pleasures and sorrows. It is painfully surrounded with concrete and the only movement it experiences is the cars that are parked around it. Vastly ignored by us humans, the other creatures of being provide some company to it out of their own needs. Do let me know if it makes you dwell within and think twice about how many such trees are not given a thought in all habitats. Your comments would provide deeper insights to such sightings.


Oh! This suffering, and the pain

Wonder if this shall be of any gain
The clouds above are calm and quiet
Yet my eyes are filled with rain

Gazing the sky, sitting on the sill
Grief in my heart grows as a hill
Yet in acceptance of it I live
For that must be your divine will

Forgive all and fake a smile
Let not the hatred build a pile
Look for blessings at each step
Express gratitude at each mile

Be life like dry blade of grass
Let no regret gather mass
Each cloud comes with silver ends
This tough period too shall pass

Friends once now may turn cold
No one is ever made of gold
Discard frets and fumes of life
Or else you may grow untimely old

Kindle the wisdom don’t be shy
Spread your love like a sky
Enlighten your inner self
Thus the heart shall never be dry

The suffering and all the pain
My dear never goes in vain
Lessons are meant to be learnt
Nurture the grain of thy brain.