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A world without religion would be a great place to live in, won't it be?

Long ago in class IX, I sat filling a form in my calendar to be submitted to the admin department. Nervous as I was, I took longer to fill the dumb form but my partner was already scribbling things in he notebook. She was done ages ago. So I asked her to let me copy. I remember these details clearly as I was super surprised!

She wrote –

Religion – not religious
Mother Tongue – Pink
Annual Income of parents – Sufficient.

These simple details shocked me. I mentioned punishment to her what with us being in a convent school with prayers being conducted thrice each day. But no, she wouldn’t budge. She was like, ‘believe me, no one is going to notice!’. And no one did. For the silly me, this was way too radical for my time. I wanted to be sure of my religion.

Today, I feel differently.

Religion – a word today that spells terror, phobia, misunderstanding, intolerance and of course, terrorism. We have been raised to believe in our faith and respect the others. But nothing of this sort is happening or will ever happen as it seems now. Too much has been said and done in the name of God and religion.

What was the way of life, a doctrine for hope, has been stashed away as something so inaccessible to the common man that we now have to resort to extremism to prove ourselves to be believers. And God forbid, what if the proof isn’t enough?

I am angry like so many others. I am not Islam-phobic. I am not faith phobic (if that is a word), but I am beginning to think otherwise. This is not a world I want to grow old in or raise a kid. I’d rather hope for a peaceful world without any religion.



I wrote this post on Speaking Tree sometime back - A world without religion would be a great place to live in! and this it is very apt for our times. 

What are your thoughts on this?



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