Religious rituals perhaps have their logic and use, but they don’t sit easy on my shoulders.
Not for me the rituals with no relation to the real. If feelings glisten my eyes, if emotions touch my heart, if sentiments stir my soul—I am alive. And being so alive exhilarates me.
If I can keep my sanity, achieve equanimity, and forgive myself and others for the dark deeds… I would have found Nirvana.
I believe—I am good enough if I am human, and better if humane.
My prayers were answered whenever parents held my hand; I find heaven in the smile of innocent children; I see Gods in the humans who are kind.
My simple routines uplift me—work gives me a high, reading a good book delights me, I am buoyed when I don’t write nonsense.
I am intoxicated in nature’s embrace; I am thrilled when children bring out the child in me; I am awesome and in awe of myself with friends.
My little rituals and elaborate idiosyncrasies—brewing a heady mix of Earl Grey, Assam, and Darjeeling for 3 minutes for that perfect cocktail in a cup, admiring swaying Jacaranda from my window every 33 minutes, listening to Richard Clayderman’s ‘Souvenirs En France’, ‘Theme from Romeo & Juliet’, and ‘Ballade Pour Adeline’ (only in that sequence) for 13 minutes in the shower every morning—transcend me.
These unadulterated rituals and routines fulfil me and reward me a life uncluttered, uncomplicated, and uncompromised. These put my feet firmly on the terra firma and the head high in the heavens while my middle meddles with the mundane.
I am religious about my rationality, fanatic about my fancies, and stubborn about my story. I don’t pretend, nor do I fake.
Perhaps I am wise in my foolishness.
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These are my personal thoughts. The intent is not to criticise or belittle anyone or any views.