Who is a Holy?

Every time such celebrations happen in the name of God, I feel more and more removed from the One sitting above there. I placed tremendous faith in the inherent goodness of God’s creation, but unfortunately that is not the case. You can be cheated by the ones whom you would trust more than you trust yourself. The picture of a maimed beggar, a handicapped child who is completely dependent upon others for his daily life, does not appeal to us now. What appeals to us is a set of tradition, a life size but lifeless statue, which is going to be drowned into a pond the next day. Did anyone care to see what is the condition of the pond in summers when there is dearth of water? Who is a holy? Where is your God? He does not speak to me. Did he ever speak to you? One spark, a piece of straw, and everything burns. Thousands die only because they have chosen to be the straw, or are dependent on it. And those who kindle the fire, just take the warmth from it. This does not mean that God is not there. But for me, the reckoning that there will be a time when we shall be asking ourselves all these questions, is something too far fetched, or should I say, too much to expect. You can chant Sanskrit verses, you can perform Namaz five times a day, you can recite the Psalms, but, there are other, clearer and surer ways of worshipping, which are scarcely followed. Let’s introspect for the time being.