Tuesday, 24 October 2017

In the name of Holiness?

Greetings in the name of the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ! It always gives me great happiness to write about Christianity in my blogs.

Hailing from India, a country of many gods and goddesses, I have often seen Church ministers and believers (for many generations) try to prove themselves holier than the other religions. While the notion itself is not wrong, it often leads to practices that aren't mentioned in the Bible. I have discussed about a few below. Please do read and leave me your valuable comments (it would be much appreciated).

NWJ-Not wearing jewels:
I would first like to clarify that there is no such thing in the Bible. This is a tradition that is believed to have been borrowed from Buddhism. Women and men are forbidden in Churches to wear any jewel of any kind. When the Bible itself has got numerous references of even saints wearing them, I don't understand the necessity of such a thing. Many Churches deny even the holy communion or baptism to the “jewel wearing” women. They are given no part in the Church activities too. (It is an Indian tradition of women to wear gold jewellery). I find it way too much. When God Himself has given them salvation, who are we to deny them baptism?
I often find little girls who love trinkets being told that they will land in hell. If that is to be true, even great saints like Abraham, Isaac, and Job will not find a part in Heaven. Telling your kids to be modest is good. Actually, the best. Please don't mislead them at a very young age.

No Makeup:
I believe that you could visualise the Churches which do not allow women to wear even jewels, will certainly not allow them to wear makeup too. I still remember my sister (when she was ten) being condemned in Church for wearing a lipstick. Adding a dash of colour to your face won't add up to your sin list I believe.

The white Sundays:
Somehow, Indians are so colour specific; from the yogis who have saffron attire to some famous hindu temples having uniforms of black, red or yellow. Eventually, the Churches started following a white Sunday code. I don't call it wrong. I just find it being unnecessarily stressed. It is good to be different. But if people are not willing, please don't compel them.

Hairstyles:
Would you believe me if I told you that I got scolded in my childhood by a pastor because I side parted my hair and plaited it?
Around two decades ago, my mom was diagnosed with lupus (an autoimmune disease). After lots of prayer, she recovered from her deathbed by God's grace. And, most of the believers accused her that her sickness was because of her hairstyle. (She should have worn it in a bun instead of her usual plaiting they claimed).
Till date, most of my cousins (who happens to be pastor’s kids) aren't allowed to even cut their hair. They are being told 1Corinthians11.6 (For if a woman does not cover her head, she might as well have her hair cut off; but if it is a disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, then she should cover her head.) that it is disgraceful.
Thankfully, plaits are not considered as sin in Church nowadays. But loose hair is still a sin. Hope it will change sooner.

To be continued...

Thursday, 28 September 2017

To Hankerland

     It was pretty much like any other day. I sat at the ice cream parlour near my house. It wasn't a fancy parlour like those you see in the cities. But it had ice cream. The necessity of life. You see, I have a sweet tooth. My craving for ice cream has been daily quenched at this very shop. I took a scoop into my mouth. I did not devour it immediately. I let it melt inside my mouth. Oh, what fun! I took another scoop and let my eyes wander outside.
    I, being a nature lover, was thrilled to watch the clouds race by. They formed various shapes, animals, mystical creatures, why, I even saw a tree! I watched how the golden arrows of the Sun pierced each cloud. I was amazed by the reflection and refraction of the rays. How wonderful it must be to be a Sun, with all the planets revolving around, I wondered. The clouds literally seemed to glide by. Every one was different from the other. Some white, some grey, some dark, some high, some low, some wispy, some fluffy, some smoky, some feathery, some heavy nimbus, some stratus, some cumulus, why, some even had a purple lining! I felt as if I walked through a museum of clouds. Lost in thoughts, I nibbled my ice cream joyfully.
       In the middle of my fifth ice cream, Teena, a girl from my school came and sat near me. I have never talked with her before. You see, I am not very good at talking with people. Now, I was in the situation to talk to her out of courtesy. One cannot simply ignore the person sitting next to them. Especially, when one knows them.
      “You live nearby?” I asked.
      “You never knew that before?” she asked quite sharp.
      I gave an awkward laugh. I was getting slightly annoyed. She was now standing between me and my cloud museum.
      I started sky grazing again. This time, I decided to ignore her completely.

      “So, you are now in Hankerland?” she asked. Now, I sensed an enthusiasm in her tone.
      “What is that? Neverland 2.0?” I asked.
      “Haha! Maybe.” she said.
      After a few moments of silence and ice cream nibbling, she continued “So you have never been there before?”
      “No.”
      “I will take you tonight.” she said and left.
      Only after she left, I realised how quick she ate her ice cream. Only after sometime I started wondering what she meant by taking me tonight. The more I thought about it, the more it felt awkward.

       It was dusk. The Sun rays came peeping through my window. The Sun was now a beautiful orange ball. The sky was cloud free. I watched through my window if Teena came. I somehow had only little hope that she will come. But still I got ready and got permission from my mom by telling her that Teena will be taking me to her house.

      The next morning I couldn't shake off the feeling that Teena was stupid enough not to ask me where my house was. I went early to school that day with hopes of having a conversation with her.
      “Hey. You didn't come yesterday night!” I accused as soon as I entered the classroom.
      “You didn't see me in your dreams?” she asked indignantly.
      “Dreams?” I felt like talking to a psycho.
      “Yeah! That is how you go to Hankerland.” she replied with her tone still cool. “What did you think? We could fly there?”
      “Huh?!” I stammered.
      “Tonight be careful to watch out for me in your dreams.” she said.

      I got ready to go to bed that night. I still felt funny about Teena.
     Soon I was sound asleep.
     Sure enough, I had a dream. A weird dream. I was somehow in the sky. Walking in the sky. As if walking on an invisible floor in the sky. I was afraid to look down. Afraid that I may fall down. I kept on asking myself aloud ‘Where is she?’
     Sooner, I started cloud watching. They were quite at a distance from me. Felt like seeing distant mountains and not my regular cloud watching. I started walking along the direction which somehow I felt must be right. After sometime, which felt like hours, I noticed that the clouds changed into pastel pink. What a girly flavour I thought. I reached an end after hours of walk. It ought to be the end. There was this wall. The wall that blocked me. What was this wall anyway? Why was it here?
     “So you came tonight?” I recognised Teena’s voice.
     She started climbing the wall. She climbed with ease too. The more she climbed, the more inclined it became. Now, I had this invisible urge to climb it. I climbed after her. Even the wall seemed to extend for miles. I was surprised that I was feeling sane even in my dream. Teena explained that it happens all the time in Hankerland.
     “Is Hankerland pastel themed?” I asked. I couldn't see any sun. Only cotton candy mountain like clouds. And everywhere I turned, it was all pastel coloured. And I was getting tired of this. It seemed too girly.
     “We are yet to reach Hankerland.” she replied. “You got tired of the rainbow, huh?”
     “What rainbow?” I asked.
     “Why, the one we are climbing!”
     “Oh! So it is a rainbow. I thought it was some forbidden wall.”

     At last the so called rainbow ended. Well, it looked somewhat like a rainbow from this side. In front of it, there a huge cherry tree that blocked the only way in between surreal cliffs.
     “Look, we are now at the entrance. We have to act crazy in order to enter in” she said. “roll your eyes and run around in circles pretending to chase a tail that you don't have.”
     We both did and the huge tree moved.
     Beyond it, the was land at last. Moss covered land. This place was now in a creepy green colour. The rocks there breathed bubbles. Yes, bubbles. Like soap bubbles. And I saw many other crazy things too.
     “Welcome to Hankerland!” she cried at the top of her voice.
     Soon we were deep inside the land. It seems like Teena was the ruler here in Hankerland. And Hankerland is only a part of the larger mainland. She has apparently created it and made it this crazy.
     We passed through many curious lands and of course, people. We even passed by her castle and all the soldiers were half human and half goat. I wondered why would she create such a thing after all?
     We at last arrived at a fountain. It looked too murky. She scooped her hands, took some and drank!
     “Yikes!” I cried. She laughed crazy and pushed me into the fountain.

     I woke up as I fell. I was happy. Happy for all my dreams I had that day.
     I don't remember getting ready to school that happy.
     “Hey Teena! I saw you yesterday night in my dreams!” I said.
     “I know.” she replied calmly.
     “You pushed me down, you idiot!” I asked indignantly.
     “That was all chocolate lemonade. Whenever you feel afraid in Hankerland, the dream will end.” she explained.
     “What kind of a drink is that? Chocolate lemonade? It sounds too gross.”
    “Believe me, it tastes great!” she said.
    We sat in silence for sometime. “Don't you have any interesting creatures there?” I asked.
    “Like what?”
    “Maybe dragon or dinosaur or maybe even trolls!” I said.
    “Trolls?”
    “Trolls fighting. Like two sects of trolls fighting.”
    “But why would the trolls fight?”
    “I don't know!” I replied honestly.
    “You can create your own Hankerland.” she smiled “With trolls fighting.”
    “How is that?” I asked.
    “It’s so simple. Think out well how you would want your place to be. Like, the details of flora, fauna, demography, geology, etc.. Don't forget to make a way! Or you will never get there!” she said.
    If I had heard it for the first time, I would have taken her for nuts. But, not now. Not after visiting Hankerland.

    It had been years, since this all started. Teena no more lives in our town. I don't have any sort of contact with her. She left without a goodbye.
    Still, everyday we meet. We meet in Hankerland. Teena never grew up or changed. She is still the crazy teenager when I first met her.
    Now, I have my own land. I call it Neverland 2.0, Alwaysland.
    Today, I have completed my Alwaysland novella.
    I turned to the first page and wrote, “In the loving memory of Teena, who taught me how to dream.”

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Are we living under stimulation?

So, when was the last time you wondered if we are all under stimulation/manipulation? My very recent experiences led me to believe this cent per cent.

First of all, I need to confess that, I do not have an amazon app in my mobile nor a facebook app. I also cross my heart and say that, I have never bought anything (be it big or small) from the amazon app.

The origins: so how did I get caught up in this idea?
I came across this weird youtube video, where a fellow (complete with the setup of matrix) explained how the internet giants (like facebook, google, amazon) were earning money in spite of their free of cost services. His point was that, they were manipulating the advertisements and making us buy their products and apart from that, they are collecting all sorts of data about us to manipulate us more and make us buy more. Weird, huh?

That was what I thought right after watching the video. But, within a few days of the incident, amazon offered the “great Indian sale”. And I (using google chrome) browsed a few earrings (once again, I want you to note that I did not login to my amazon account). Then, I closed it and after sometime, I logged into my facebook account. Surprise of the surprise! Facebook showed me the very same earrings that I browsed and asked me to buy it. Shocked, I closed my fb tab, deleted all the cookies in my mobile, searched for a type of paint, again deleted the cookies (and for the first time, I cleared my search history too). Content with all my precautions, I visited my facebook page again. There gleaming like a giant, stood the very first advertisement showing the exact type of paint I searched for! I literally took sometime to gain my own self back.

There has been many a time, when I got surprised by the smartness of facebook. The way they show the friends I may know, the way they take care if it's my birthday, the way the show the posts my besties liked! Huh? They know my besties? Wait a minute, what gain do they get by making the website/app so user friendly? I takes money, employees, time, etc. isn't it? Nothing is free in this capitalist world, is it?

I am also way too unsure about this profile guard, as long as the screenshot option is available. Come on facebook! Give better protection facebook! Still today I'm thankful to my father who did not allow me to upload my photos online.

Coming back to the google boy. Very recently, I searched my name online and this google boy made me a creepy offer. It offered to notify me whenever somebody searched my name. I kept myself on the other side and thought. I search about someone (maybe someone in my class) and that someone tends to have a very unique name. I get too much info about them (If you don't believe me, go browse! It gives even the comments and likes made almost in all the websites.) and the worst thing is, they get to know somebody stalked them online. Way too creepy!


When was the last time google boy asked you politely for your phone number citing safety reasons? Here is a little experiment. Get someone's number (whose phone number is linked to their google account) and save it in your smart phone. Surprise! You get to know their mail id, their profile photo gets saved in your mobile, their number gets saved in your google account and what more (I seriously don't know!).

This is as far as what I observed after I watched that video. Will get back if I notice more.

Have a nice day! 

Sunday, 11 June 2017