Fiction Religious centres are the best places for studying human nature. All kinds of people assemble there. The best and the worst, the poor and the rich, the mathematician and the novelist, the entire spectrum of human behaviour is available at religious gatherings. People are driven to religion by entirely different motives. Dag Hammarskjold, a very famous UN Secretary General and Nobel laureate said, when asked why he went to the church every week, “Loyalty to the tribe.” I was at a Christian retreat centre for a week’s retreat. Retreat is a kind of meditation, self-analysis, prayer, or whatever you would want it to be. I had gone for the retreat because I was failing in my life. I was becoming an alcoholic. Rather, I had become one. And someone suggested the retreat as a remedy when all other remedies including psychoanalysis had failed. I said “someone”. But the someone was none other than my boss. My boss was a good man. He was religious. I
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