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```Yours Godly```

The sight of a red moon delights me so much about my life/my eyes that i feel relaxed in ways which makes me live, more lively. I simply fell in love with that moment when the time inside takes a pause to make me realize that it's a rare beauty, no matter how many times the night witnessed it. I never thought seeing the moon would make me obsessed about seeing the moon. Witnessing it is my way of knowing how much this god thing loves me.  It's a thing because that's what i have known it from my conditioning. It's a photograph in an assumable sacred place at my home, it's an orange or black or sometimes a beautifully designed body of stones and marbles in some other assumable sacred place at different parts of the world. I wholeheartedly appreciate the amount of art and literature invested in creating the different ideologies of this god thing, because all of that was somebody's ''work''. Somebody's sweat, blood and tears have been fossilized to make a sculpture that has been conserved since centuries to make us believe that the life inside it has enormous power than the one inside a breathing heart. I love the concept of god than the god itself. That there is someone watching over us, that there is a person who is all ears to our dreams, regrets, misdeeds and keeps it to itself, that he/she can help, i like all of that. What i also like is the calmness of air surrounding the house of such sculptures, the sound of bells, aroma of the incense sticks, the taste of the food, the strikingly patient behavior of people inside such houses, the fact that everybody reaches their with some problem and the reality of most of them being funny and self- created. Religion for me, as i have witnessed it around for several years is an act of  ''culturally imposed preservation technique of conserving someones' authoritarian idea of devotee in the name of traditions aka convenient excuse for your ignorant journey called life''. The reason why the idea of god is more lovable than the god itself is because ideas unlike stones aren't rigid, they are abstract but they hold enormous energy, power and most importantly action. Ideas do not require protection, they have the ability to penetrate the deepest of oceans and the darkest of caves. 
For me that listener is the universe and everything that it is made of. Its divine quality of listening makes it the god i need every second of the day. Life either packed in a small ant or merged into a giant elephant has the same audacity to make its presence felt because they all have been created from the same big bang. Every single entity can shake the existence in their own way irrespective of their size or role in the planet. Had there not been any human civilization, there wouldn't have been a thing like god. I highly doubt if any other animal apart from us, spends their entire life trying to prove their own authority or their god's authority to those who are also busy doing the same to them. Rest every other animal of the planet lives a great life filled with the readiness to experience every single emotion with full exposure while we sit with our tags of being social. The rationality of humans has turned out to be the most stupid thing that the god thing would have fathomed!
Have you ever had an evening that starts with an orange pallet and turns into a pink canvas as if the sky is blushing because of a complement it received from the ground. Have you been awoke by the caressing rays of the sun falling on you while being ears to songs of the birds as if they are celebrating your entry into a new day. Have you ever heard that sound, your throat makes when it hugs water into your stomach or in other words have you ever drank water from a glass with your eyes closed as if you are passionately drawing it in as one draws the contentment out of a blissful kiss!!. Do you ever get sedated for a moment when your nose picks up the scent of a flower that smelled like your childhood. Are you sure you were not teary eyed for once when you came across a flowery garden let alone being grateful for your vision. A hug so tight it loosens all the twisted strings in your head, a pat so firm it nails your faith into your abilities, an eye contact that reveals your happiness for that moment followed by their diversion due to their shy etiquette, your rainbow eyelashes composed by the perfect example of light interacting with matter, the way a molecule like water can quench your thirst on a sunny day versus composing a drought in a heart on a rainy one is godly, its divine!.The fact that the rays that awakens you also wakes up a deer makes you both an animal; what distinguishes you is the fact that you as a human can describe its warmth unlike the deer who can just sense the heat. The deer can eat its food, you can prepare a meal,which not only contains few earthly ingredients, it contains your taste of wisdom and the flavor of estimated uncertainty. You can relish the drizzle of water down your head during a shower while the deer just gets wet. Your heart goes through from many heights of unstable excitement to depths of dark oceanic silence in the journey of finding and losing love unlike the deer's heart which rises either for running or for maybe reproducing. Its kind of unbelievable to fathom that your eyes can feast on the sights of the Himalayas or the marine blues while the animals in those areas can just see them and never absorb such beauties. Even if we didn't had a voice or an ability of speech, we would have just lived unhindered, infact better; the fact that we have such ability and we not often use it for appreciating human existence is infact a curse. Words have huge potential to energize a dying spirit and kill a thriving one is why we humans are doomed for having such an ability, because we have often bleed the ears with knives of tongues instead of decorating them with our faith and kindness.
 Humans never needed a god because you can't need something you already have. All elements of divinity resides in you , in others, in everybody around. I like the word god, because i like praying to someone, which most often is to my own heart and other times to the universe. I like to touch the leaves of plants to feel how is their divinity created. I like smelling flowers to know how the god in them is doing. I love watching birds sing as if i am the audience of their angels. I have loved seeing a blue sky,in a perfect soft blue texture and so does its chiral partner, the ocean blue!.as if the color is the god that watches me. I love chewing the god in my mouth while i try to relish on its taste and comprehend its bliss in my head as i am eating a meal cooked by mom. I am amazed by how like the animal world, we use different tactics of evading predation like being loud when we are weak and acting weak when we are actually strong enough to care. When on a 1hr journey of travel to work, if i am offered a seat in a packed train for a few stations by a complete stranger, that stranger is the god in the moment and my belief on this god is my humanity. When education changes my life from a timid seedling to a green plantation, the education and the people engaged in it are the gods in the moment. On days when you can't justify your existence, the blind absurd faith on your dreams is the god in the moment. At the end of a rough day, a smiling face of a loved one is the god in the moment. The little efforts of friends or siblings to make you smile when you are tensed is the god in that moment. Food is the god for the body and peace is the god for the mind. I really wonder how our lives would have turned out if there wudn't have been any religion, if we would have never speculated  a god like thing. There wouldn't have been a fight for authority, no rituals of using fear of something bad to do something good. No crisis of identity. No obligation of surrounding your lives with preconceived unacceptable traditions. Most important of all, no pollution of the goddesses like rivers, land and women. They all would be treated as a living entity and may not be bound by our fickle expectations of them. Religion has really came off as something that is driven by convenience. When its easy for you to decorate yourself  with clothes than to understand the patriarchy behind all the fasting that only falls under the veil of a woman, you end up fasting. When its convenient  to fire crackers in the name of celebration than to realise that your celebration comes at a cost of somebody's peace and sanity, i think we have always let the fire win. We have always praised the ability to by heart religious texts than to learn and apply the wisdom such literature offers because the latter requires consistent action. Nobody gets married without a religious ceremony which nowhere consists of a ritual that has a thing called explaining the couple what's important for a partnered life.One of the turning points in our human life is just brought down to all the materialism possible, packed in few days under the pretext of coming together of two souls aka pure mockery. The more you find someone engaged in religious work, the more faulty is their heart as a human, because they always do whats convenient(for example feeding a stone with milk) as oppose to the inconvenient one( i.e., feeding a hungry stomach). God has never been in the photos where we try to find them, it has always been around us as moments. Human life is all about moments. The fact that we can capture them and describe them makes us a different animal. We have the ability to feel, thats the god no other animal has. Our pain, our joy and the fact that we can share both of them with others makes us humans , or shall i say blessed animals.
I like dressing up for a festival, eating sweets too. I have also idolized photographs for a long time as god and thought of religious places as sacred. I still fear sometimes that i should pray more often. But i am way more aware of the god i need to worship. I believe in god but the god i believe in exists in moments. It demands my faith on humanity, my attention to the present and my hopes of the future. It allows me to embrace my pain, my loneliness and fills me with gratitude when i am happy. It requires my voice when i need to appreciate or when i am required to accept appreciation. It tells me to act to subside my self doubt. It signals me to blush when i find myself adoring my reflection. It comes off as tears when i have been hurt or when i pity myself. It does a lot of things that doesn't exist in the physical world but it is what runs the same world. For most of the time that 'it' is ''FAITH'' for me. Faith has been the god for me like breathing. Can't live without it, at least not a human life.

I really think of a world without religion. It would surely been more reflective of a human's planet unlike now where everybody wants to be the god. We don't need a god, we need each other. As long as we are not here for each other, we will be doomed under assumptions of fear infusing rituals.

The planet is the ultimate authority, but we are the authoritarian of our own lives, which we religiously spend in worshiping a face. 
Yours Godly

Time......




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  1. The real masterpiece comparison & a bitter truth about the humans... starting from canvas portraits of mother nature to invisible power inside the stone... Very well said... This is the best blog that I have read so far... keep it up yaara... All the best👍👍❤️❤️👏👏

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    1. Thnku so much Saumya...ur way of appreciating my words is godly too...thnx buddy!!

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  2. Awesome... I never stop myself to say something about it. You’re doing a great job and you are sharing marvelously...Keep it up

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    1. Thanku so much shivali...though I don't know you...coming from a new reader makes it more special😄

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  3. ��������true godliness in ur writings...keep up d good wrk��hope in terms of humanity we all dare to do something more difficult dan jst burning incense sticks,decorating god's..feeding dem wat dey wdnt hv...reason being they gave us d power to reflect d same to d poors,both by birth nd by heart...let's lessen d sorrows all around...lets enhance godliness in true sense...,.also to all d religious ppl out der don't need to wrship goddesses out der she is der beside u ...respect her..bt don't give her god tag...she is much more Dan wat even god wd hv failed to give u ��

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    1. True in all sense....thnku so much...I am glad I could convey such perspectives!!

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  4. That's something really delightful and I think it should be fathomed by everybody,. Your ideologies, your approach to reality is impressive and inspiring Nikki.. ☺️����❤️��,.

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    1. Thank you so much Prasad...I am glad that its inspiring!!

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  5. Realisation and Comparison in its very purest form. Completely being able to look the world with your eyes and so many others also would be.
    The best lines for me were:
    "The more you find someone engaged in religious work, the more faulty is their heart as a human, because they always do whats convenient(for example feeding a stone with milk) as oppose to the inconvenient one( i.e., feeding a hungry stomach). "

    Bcoz humans, aslo being animals, always find it easy to follow others than to be only human and chart another path for him or her.

    Good one by you.🤘🤘
    So Let's try to b more human now🤩

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    1. Thanku so much MB...I am happy and content that I could express myself this well for you to quote ur favorite lines😄

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  6. your conviction and hypothesis of your godly really reflect by the way you have expressed it judiciously. Thank you so much for bring our attention to the point we really need to think on. I cordially encourage your ideas and profound observation.

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  7. Thank you so much kajal!!!...i am glad i could bring attention to the usually seen..

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