“WRONG”! Week Twenty Eight of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

We come to this world pure and innocent.  Slowly as we start growing up, we start to learn what is right and what is wrong.  It is out of love and concern about our safety that our elders, knowingly or unknowingly, start teaching us what is good for us and what is bad. We do not have much choice. Left to ourselves we would have learnt everything by trial and error as we grew older, if we would have been lucky enough to survive our curiosity.  So early on in our life, we learn to be subservient to our elders in believing what is right and what is wrong.

Many of us during our adulthood relearn to judge for ourselves what is right and what is wrong. Sadly, many of us never grow up.  We abdicate our responsibilities to judge for ourselves and become blind followers.  We rent out our brains to others to play with it as they like and become puppets, to dance at the will of our puppet masters as they pull our strings.  Simply put, we just become unable to decipher right from wrong.  We let ourselves be manipulated and start believing whatever our puppet masters put into our brains.  Otherwise how can one justify killing for any cause. We have sanctified killings and tortures by awarding Nobel Peace Prize to people whose hands were sullied by the blood of  their fellow human beings, we have declared people as saints who had tortured their fellow human beings in the name of their faith and God.  We always find a reason to justify those actions of ours.  If those killings and tortures can be right, then why other killings and tortures are wrong.

For me, personally, what is wrong is wrong.  We may try to wash that wrong in milk to make it look like pure lily white, but that does not make it right. Concoction of politics and religion, the venomous brew of race, ethnicity, language and nationality has poisoned our minds to such an extent that a day may soon come when the human race, whatever left of it,  may be dancing the dance of ultimate destruction on the cemetery of it’s own creation.

Before I start sounding like one of those sermonizing pundits who invade our houses day and night through the wonders of modern technology at light speed, let me share with you the starting word of the poem for week twenty eight of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  You, my dear readers, must have guessed it by now and you are not “WRONG”.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-010-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Law of the Jungle

Spreading and suppressing
Helping hands
Always available
Strength of the sword
Supporting organized religion

Messages and teachings of peace and nirvana
Languished in the country of its birth
Till got the backing of a repenting royal
And the strength of the exchequer
To spread to the world beyond

Followers of messenger of peace
Persecuted and forced underground
Nearly driven to extinction
Came roaring back with royal patronage
To persecute and oppress those
Who won’t follow the book
Or did not fit the mold
Burnt at the stakes as witches
Crusades and inquisitions
To kill and convert
In the name of the one
Who gave his life for others

Colonization followed by proselytization
In the name of saving their souls
Destroying native cultures
Enslaving millions
Uprooted from their homes
All condoned and blessed
In the name of the
Unknown one

The religion of peace
Spread by the
Strength of the sword
There is no other
Except the great

Spread his name
By force if need be
No instruments of conversion
Off the book
Make the world homogeneous
By hook or by crook
Liquid gold underground
Spread the new found wealth
To spread his name
Pretend atrocities in his name
Work of a radicalized few
Silent majority afraid of
Wrath of the sword
Exacting tacit support

Socialism and communism
Another name
For same organized game
Rule of the proletariat
By ruling over the proletariat
Sending millions to gulags to die
Power flowing from the barrel of the gun
Rulers of proletariat having all the fun

During the course of human history
It has always been the same
Whoever has the mightier sword
Writing the rules of the game
Organized activities, politics or religion
Or the Olympic games, all the same

Meek shall inherit the world
Reduced to ashes by
Games played by a powerful few

Till then it’s the
Rule of the jungle
Eons ago from where we came
Eat or be eaten
Be silent and save your skin

Of course I am meek and PC
I didn’t say any name
I do love dearly
What’s on top of my neck.

Christmas Musing

day will come when all of us will be able to greet any of us, irrespective of our religious affiliation, with the religious greeting of the season without feeling out of place

Christmas Musing

It was a bright, beautiful, cool, sunny Christmas morning in my hometown.  In essence, it was a gorgeous day.  My inbox and social media, whatever little I use of it, was full with Christmas, Holiday and early New Year’s greetings.  Made me think.

I am not a Christian nor any member of my immediate family is Christian, so none of us practice the religious side of Christmas but I think many of us take part in some way in the festive side. But among my family members, I did not see any hesitation from any corner in wishing Merry Christmas (or the secular greeting of Happy Holidays in some case) to each other.  I have seen many of my friends wishing  Eid Mubarak or Happy Hanukkah or Happy Diwali to my Muslim or Jewish or Hindu friends and I do it regularly myself without thinking anything about it. But I will be hard pressed to find one single occasion when I may have greeted any of my family members with Eid Mubarak or Happy Hanukkah greetings.  Though I do not have any data to prove it, I do not think I will be amiss if that’s the case with my friend circle also.  So what makes it easy to greet non Christians with Merry Christmas in the season?  Is it that rampant commercialization ( and Santa Claus ) has made Christmas, at least the festive part of it, more secular and acceptable to people of other faith.  If that is so, more strength to commercialization.

I do hope that a day will come when all of us will be able to greet any of us, irrespective of our religious affiliation, with the religious greeting of the season without feeling out of place ( or shall I say out of religion).  Till that day comes, peace be upon all of us.  Live and let live ( in peace).

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