Welcome to the Lair.
Welcome to the Lair.
Or what it means to be an atheist and what it ain’t.
Hear hear. Announcement time.
I ..er.. am an ..er.. atheist.
Drum-rolls please. Oh wait, you already knew that!
So Why? (a.k.a Prelude)
For a while, It had been my greatest fear that my atheism is just me taking my “being atypical in every way possible” a little too far.
Thankfully, Now I know better. Although, for what it’s worth, It might have even begun that way.
Not that it matters, anyway.
Or perhaps it were the oft-told stories of my Grandma when I was a kid, about Ramayana and Mahabharata and the like, that pushed me.
Either she was a bad story-teller or I was a very perceptive kid, but these stories always struck me as weird.
It seemed to me that the Gods, however bad, always get a free pass, but a demon or a demon-turned-human always deserves to pay for his “bad” deeds, almost always with his life. Never mind how good he had been or what had been his story.
Case in point – Ravana.
Always portrayed as a monster and an embodiment of pure evil, He deserved to die for abducting a God’s wife.
It shouldn’t matter that he treated her well, waited for her consent to wed her or didn’t so much as lay a finger on Sita or the fact that he had worked really hard to acquire God-like powers despite being born a mortal human being.
He was not born a God and he erred, Therefore he deserves what was coming.
I think I see how we share this emotion now. We are all indoctrinated to think that the Gods are rather personal to us.
He hears us, helps us and whatnot.
So naturally when a demon abducts a God’s wife, It’s considered rather personal and we empathize.
And to further drive home the point, Consider Ahalya
Notice how Indra disguises himself as Gauthama rishi and proceeds to fornicate with Ahalya (or rape, depending on whatever version you subscribe to) and apparently suffers the worst punishment of all – A curse from the all-powerful Gauthama himself (Yeah, That was sarcasm), to have Indra castrated.
Strange how that was the last we heard of that. Nobody knows if the curse really worked or if Indra managed to redeem his testicles back.
So while Indra gets to survive, Ravana has people pissing on his grave.
Seems perfectly fair to me. (Cue the sarcasm sign)
Now I know there are apologists to Indra. I’ll have them know if they should take up an argument with me, I’ll play the Devil’s Advocate (Demon’s advocate?!) for Ravana, literally.
For quite a while now, There have been words about pushing me into the “proverbial well“.
And I have begun to give some thought to it, lately.
Although not quite in the same sense.
My thoughts are more along the lines of “what if.. “;
You know, What if they find me a… What if I end up getting a… *GASP* …non-technical wife.
Long story short. Gurumaata has initiated a new activity, One that she believes will help us mere mortals know better about each other. The social networks after all, are so chock full of baloney and reek of egotistical trumpets.
As to the activity itself, All one has to do is write a blog post mentioning 7 things about himself/herself and tag 7 of their friends who are to follow suit.
The mighty oceans of the world ran sere.
The flora had withered.
The cattle wallowed with no discernible source of sustenance.
The forests of the world seemed to have started a conflagration on their own.
With no end in sight, It seemed to be redolent of a ghastly holocaust.
The Earth people stared bewildered, at the merciless dilapidation.
There can only be one explanation. But it just made no sense.
None at all.