Another blood-bath, another massacre in the name of God. The power-bearers, trying to get the most mileage, not much different from the swarms of flies which haunt the battered corpses. A proud bunch of cowards, smearing shame on divinity, botching the holy month with stains of innocent blood.

I look up to the sky and wonder, why did man evolve the intellect to imagine things beyond the stars in the skies. What would the world be like, if we hadn’t imagined that the skies contained within them, powers much greater than the heat of the sun, or the gentleness of the moon and the charms of the twinkling stars. How can a supreme being, who never bothers to represent himself beyond stories and folklores become more important than my fellow brethren who inspire faith in me through their lives everyday.

“Yada Yada Hi Dharmasya

Glanirva Bhavathi Bharatha,

Abhyuthanam Adharmaysya

Tadatmanam Srijami Aham’.

<– “Whenever there is decay

of righteousness O! Bharatha

And a rise of unrighteousness

then I manifest Myself!” –>

Have we ever wondered why it doesnt say… “yada yada hi hindu dharmasya ….”

or “yada yada hi islam dharmasya ….”

It seems, our forefathers learned the secret to coexistence centuries ago, and left it to us as their inheritance. We, the shameless inheritors, have let them down, yet again today.