Education is believed to be liberator, inculcating new ideas, assimilating streams of knowledge and thereby transformation of an individual. It all seems so nostalgic. A cause worth living and fighting for. The possibilities can not be denied. However at ground level it is not. The result of education turns out to be different.
Having acquired habit of seeking confirmation from the writings of so called wise people, we lose esteem to make up our own mind. We are unable to express without quoting a few references. While there is no harm in appreciating beautiful expression of a human being from the past; the problem arises when the expression becomes an authority. Continue reading
A Story by O Henry; A Cosmopolitan in a Cafe:
“My cosmopolite was named E. Rushmore Coglan, and he will be heard from next summer at Coney Island. He is to establish a new “attraction” there, he informed me, offering kingly diversion. And then his conversation rang along parallels of latitude and longitude. He took the great, round world in his hand, so to speak, familiarly, contemptuously, and it seemed no larger than the seed of a Maraschino cherry in a table d’hôte grape fruit. He spoke disrespectfully of the equator, he skipped from continent to continent, he derided the zones, he mopped up the high seas with his napkin. With a wave of his hand he would speak of a certain bazaar in Hyderabad. Whiff! He would have you on skis in Lapland. Zip! Now you rode the breakers with the Kanakas at Kealaikahiki. Presto! He dragged you through an Arkansas post-oak swamp, let you dry for a moment on the alkali plains of his Idaho ranch, then whirled you into the society of Viennese archdukes. Anon he would be telling you of a cold he acquired in a Chicago lake breeze and how old Escamila cured it in Buenos Ayres with a hot infusion of the chuchula weed. You would have addressed a letter to “E. Rushmore Coglan, Esq., the Earth, Solar System, the Universe,” and have mailed it, feeling confident that it would be delivered to him. Continue reading
The first question has to be Do I believe in God? And the next has to be Where is my God? I would be rather be diplomatic. I would not answer any, in intelligible terms. It really does not matter. Can an atheist be converted? Can an agnostic see God?
The label called ‘Religion’
Mortals have to fear one thing most: ‘Death’ and the mystery behind it. Who dies and what is left behind. If dead is left behind then who had died. Curiosity is the human nature. Only monkeys are more curious than humans. The curiosity about death, coupled with the fear gives way to the need for looking beyond out daily routines, which is our only known reality. Any mysterious person who is not afraid of death or who has some explanation, attracts our attention immediately. They are mystics. Those who dare the mystery and do not get dared by it.