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Spirituality- Knock Knock.


Back in my first year of engineering, there was some sort of college tech fest going on, in which my answers in a questionnaire in some stall stamped me to be too spiritual for my age. I was depressed and unhappy with the results then. I sometimes listen to Gita saransh with my father, that really is an eye opener. These talks-they always make me think, they make me question myself and my own beliefs. The tryst with these spiritual ideas made me move on from a confused theist to an agnostic to an atheist to a state where I am not sure what I am.
God is like the thread in a garland of flowers. Each one of us is the flower, each one of us have God within ourselves. The flowers get spoiled in a day; life is that short, but the thread remains, it does not go down with the flower. Flowers get pulled off the thread and some dry up but the thread is in tact. This thread is what they call God. I still do not understand why w e should worship it. Worshiping is probably jus t a means to get to know the thread and bring us close to the realization that it is the thread which is eternal and that it is all one or part of one whole. Worshipping probably helps us love ourselves better.
I just happened to go to the basic course of Art of Living -all out of curiosity and also due to an attraction towards the man with the smiling radiant face. There should be somehting about him which comes out as the sparkle in his eyes. I, unlike many authors of such a column , didnt feel that it changed my life, but it did help me think more and more about the order of the universe and how big problems are just part of a bigger scheme of things.
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Unknown said…
hmm....sri sri eh. 4 some reason he looks as a weaselist fascist wannabe to me from his public statements.
Friday, 18 September, 2009
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