In the name of God

The sands of time have witnessed the rise of countless numbers of religions worldwide – the rise of belief systems and faiths which guide our actions, conduct, morality and basically our spirituality. Religion can be anything ranging from the established faiths to unofficial religions such as sports or food. It is not uncommon for sportsmen or musicians to label their respective interest a religion. But whichever governing set of belief one has, they strengthen one and ideally make one a better person for oneself and for the world one lives in.

However much the birth of religion has instilled peace and harmony and enlightenment in mankind, religion has also been used as an excuse for committing heinous acts. In fact, the past has seen several ghastly atrocities committed in the name of religion. Often these atrocities are committed not by atheists or agnostics but by people who call themselves God’s servants.

One such example is the Aztec practice of human sacrifice in the 1300s, where about 20,000 people were massacred to appease Gods such as the Sun God, who required a daily “nourishment of blood”. The Roman persecution of Christians by the emperor Nero in 64 AD is another instance of this in history. Christians were rounded up and ordered to be torn apart by dogs or burned alive as human torches, before Christianity was legalised. In the 1950s, members of a sect in India known as the Thungee sect are believed to have strangled a whopping two million people to appease the bloodthirsty goddess Kali.

These are just a handful of the gargantuan numbers of instances in the murky past where heinous acts were conducted in the name of religion, to supposedly appease God. While one may argue that these culprits may have been misinformed or perhaps that the initial stages of establishment may have been shaky, the question arises as to why these atrocities still prevail in the world today. One would think that the development and modernization of the world would allow human beings to make much more educated and informed decisions – but not quite.

Islamic jihads or holy wars which are mandated by the Qur’an have led to the loss of millions of lives over 12 centuries. As Muslim armies spread their faith to India and Morocco, these sects branded other Muslims as infidels and declared jihads against them. The Kharijis battled Sunni rulers; the Azariqis declared death to all “sinners” and their families. Traditionally, jihads have been utilized for one of three purposes – to signify the struggle to maintain faith, to improve the Muslim society or to defend Islam. However, extremists use jihad-ism with an entirely new coat of meaning and interpretation. This extremism manifested itself in the form of the catastrophic September 11 attack, which shook not just North America but the entire world, as well as terrorism in the name of religion. Morphing the interpretation of religious scriptures to support such fallacies has led to the death of millions of innocent people and continues to do so.

Religious discrimination is also not an uncommon sight today, and sadly so. Some people feel that certain religious practices are superior to others and hence worthy of the upper echelons of society. Spreading one’s faith and urging others to convert is commonplace today. For example, the state of Orissa in India was the target of much religious discrimination in the past. Select tribes in Orissa labelled certain people as Panas or untouchables and these were mainly those who had adopted the Christian faith instead of Hinduism.

Evangelism or the communication of the Christian faith to new areas and cultures has also been a target for extremists. An apt example is the longstanding history of the persecution of Jews by Christians which began with the burning of synagogues in the fourth century and led to the numerous killings of Jews who refused to convert to Christianity. Extreme measures such as extermination camps of Jewish communities also transpired during World War II in countries such as Yugoslavia.

It is appalling how religion is used as a scapegoat for such heinous deeds. What is common in all the stated examples is extremism. Religious scriptures or books may have a certain set of teachings but these are often exaggerated or blown out of proportion. People use loop-holes to justify their fallacies and get away with acts like murder. Furthermore, picking and choosing of certain beliefs eventually leads to a self-fulfilling prophecy, where people choose to believe whatever justifies their own actions. They use a cocktail of beliefs specially tailored to them to go ahead with thinking that what they are doing indeed brings them closer to God, when I think it actually does the opposite.

I do not think any religion, be it the worshipping of a rock or an established religion, would permit the disrespect of a fellow human being or grant the right to tarnish their lives. I do not believe God would permit anyone to hurt another human being, who is also a creation of God, no matter what the reason might be. I do not feel that it is right to use religion as an excuse for any of these deeds because that is a downright insult to God. Last but not the least, I do not think humans should pretend to be God and mess with the lives of others.

Love all; live and let live – that is what religion teaches.

Dear Michael

In my early years as a young child, I still remember vividly how I would grab a bottle of powder, sprinkle some on the floor, slip on a pair of socks and attempt the moonwalk. I tried at it for hours, relentlessly and I still cannot quite master it I would say. I grew up listening to him, on records, then VCRs, then VCDs and tapes and finally DVDs and MP3s. The point I am trying to make is that he has surpassed generations after generations of music and what he gave to the world is unlike any artiste till date. A child today may not know much about Adolph Hitler’s reign or the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. but would definitely know who Michael Jackson was. Alas, his famous moonwalk left generations after generations in a daze, attempting to master the art of moving like him.

It makes me tear talking about him in the past tense and even though two years have passed since his demise, the loss is fresh and reverberates within the capacity of this world. The world has lost not just a world-class artiste but a wonderful human being who leaves behind much to be emulated. The world yearns for more love for others, for selflessness and for unconditional care and concern and MJ was one of the few artistes who went beyond his career to reach out to others. It was not for personal aggrandizement, but for pure love; a rare sight in the world today.

I still remember the events of 25^th of June every so clearly, with the images flashing within my brain like a slideshow – an extremely melancholic one. I still cannot quite digest as to how fortunate I am to have been in the same city as him during his last moments on earth. So near, yet so far. The events had transpired as such:

I was having an early dinner with my friends at a Burger King outlet opposite of the UCLA campus, within stone’s throw from Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Centre. It was then one of my friends received an SMS from someone we knew regarding an incident with MJ and how he was in critical condition or had possible died. Being a huge fan of MJ, I dismissed it as a distasteful joke or a nasty attempt at humour and pushed away the thought. It was then that we heard helicopters and noticed media commotion in the distance through the window pane. My heart plummeted and so did whatever I was holding and we dashed out towards the melee gathered outside the medical centre. With my heart beating wildly in my ribcage and ignoring the media vans lined up alongside the road, I approached someone in the crowd and asked her what was going on. She replied as frantically that MJ had been brought into the hospital earlier in a critical state and could possibly be dead and were waiting for a press release on the outcome. Upon confirming the news, my friend (also an ardent fan) and I just stood there for a couple of minutes, gap-mouthed trying to understand the implications of the whole situation. It did not matter that there was chilly breeze that day and did not matter that the press kept pushing past us, the situation felt surreal. It did not register till much later, that this could indeed be true. As we stood with the hundreds of others, waiting for an announcement, we got interviewed by BBC radio as well. But more than anything what touched me were the hundreds of other fans gathered, grieving together and holding each others’ hands in deep prayer and with apprehensive looks splashed across. Some were crying, some were tense, others were hugging and some praying. It was surreal. But it happened. He was literally footsteps away in his final hours on earth; at a walking distance. I know that what transpires is hardly ever within our control, especially something like that, and so I thank God for the opportunity to have at least been this close to my treasured idol in his last moments on earth (for driving me to go for a summer exchange to UCLA).

Walking home heavy-heartedly back to our apartment in Westwood, Los Angeles, we realized that however grievous the situation was; that he was in a better place. A place without slander, false accusations and law suits and in a place where he was not judged wrongfully and given the due peace he has always deserved.

He was not just an artiste with the voice of an angel; he was a human being with a heart and a yearning to be understood by the world. But the tabloids did not leave him be even till his last breath. Today, I salute MJ for making the world a better place, through his music and the simplest humanitarian acts. He has provided aid to so many charities worldwide; a philanthropist who wanted to make a personal difference to the lives of many. I salute you for the music you passed to generations and generations beyond to appreciate and treasure. I salute you for the dedication towards loving everything around you unconditionally – from animals to nature to children and your peers. I salute you for being a wonderful human being.

If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and then make that, change ~ Michael Jackson.

We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Love you Michael.

yogi-cally speaking.

When one thinks of yoga, immediately images of people twisted in the shapes of pretzels and contorted like twisted long balloons at a circus pop to mind. Highly glamorized today, it has even been linked to hippie culture and the road to the achievement of Zen. But the sands of time have morphed the true meaning of yoga for a large number of people worldwide. The credit goes to movies and television shows which sensationalize this archaic art which dates back to more than 5000 years ago around the Indus Valley.

It is heartening, however, to note that there have been burgeoning numbers of good yogis and trained professionals around the globe. These are individuals who dedicate their lives to truly master this art and not promote it as an alternative for aerobics or gym training. True yoga is not merely about practising different positions or asanas but gaining a control over one’s self in terms of mind, body and soul. Bending one’s legs behind one’s head and propping the body up on one hand is not considered as yoga if one’s mind drifts to something else altogether or if one does not have peace of mind and a soulful connection with the body, for instance.

I went for my first proper yoga class last week and I say proper because the previous aerobics yoga class was far from comparable. The previous class stressed so much on asanas that it eventually felt like an aerobics or gymnastics class more than anything! Every second, the instructor ordered the class to change their position and I found myself in a tangled heap of legs and hands.

This class, however, was drastically different – and in a good way. It stressed on breathing, meditation and using asanas to guide that and achieve a connection between not just the body parts but the soul. Starting off as a beginner, I was initially apprehensive about my having to compete with A-type personalities who would jeer at you if you are unable to perform up to par. But to my relief, the class comprised of individuals who were all there for one purpose – to practice good yoga and to heal through yoga. I got assimilated into the serene environment in almost no time; with the calm voice of the yogi conducting the class and the gentle sound of nature from the CD-player in the corner of the room. Albeit small, the room had a comfort of its own and I grew less aware of my lack of flexibility and concentrated on my internal self.

The yogi is Chinese but has a Sanskrit name Shukla; and I deeply salute her dedication towards yoga. She has been practising for 7 years till date. She stressed on how yoga is not merely about asanas but about having a certain lifestyle and way of living and I immediately thought about my previous class which taught the absolute opposite and smiled to myself. I made a sound decision to trust my gut instinct and sign up for this class and hope that I can truly embrace this yoga lifestyle in its entirety. Though I probably would not be able to twist myself into a pretzel anytime soon!