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Did you choose your religion?


Two little kids were playing in a kiddie swimming pool. One of them was a Hindu and the other – you guessed it – a Muslim. The children were also conscious of their being incompatible with each other. This incompatibility awareness is in the DNA of people. We all want to prove that we are better than the others. So we make systems like caste, gender, religion, political parties… Blacks and Whites and Brownies… Chinkies and Pinkies and Cookies…

The kids in the DLF Paradise Apartment kiddie pool also carried in their veins the inescapable DNA inherited from their parents as well as a nationalism that had gone juvenile just when they were being conceived – not too later than 2014.

It was purely by chance that the shorts of one of the kids slipped. Wardrobe malfunction, you could call it. But that malfunction led to an enlightenment for the kids. The other kid lowered its shorts too to say that there’s something wrong. Something different, it was. But children don’t understand differences. Variety is for adults. Children love uniformity. Homogeneity. Like One Nation One Religion and so on.

With their knickers down from where they should have been, the children saw life from an enlightened perspective. This is the difference between a Hindu and a Muslim.

They are children. We can forgive the immaturity of their enlightenment. What about us, adults?

You are an adult, aren’t’ you? Where did you get your religion from? Just the same source as your gender, right? You were born with a gender and a religion. You didn’t choose your religion any more than you did your gender.

Your religion is an imposition on you. As much as your gender is.

I’m kidding.

Because I’m writing this for

Indispire Edition 464

 

A little boy and a little girl, one Hindu and the other Muslim, are in a children's pool where they happen to see each other's genitals quite by chance. Oh! This is the Hindu- Muslim difference! #Learning

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  1. But you aren't really kidding are you? Facts are facts😂

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  2. You are effortlessly funny.Bet you got lot of admirers back in your young days.

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    1. Not really. People always belonged to one sect or another. And i didn't know where i belonged. So i was kinda syupid 😊

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  3. Religion is something you're born with? Wow. No wonder I'm doing it wrong.

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    1. Haha... Yeah, Liz, some of us just don't get it right.

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  4. Satirical, Yet Awesome 😊

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  5. That was the basis on which so many lost their lives! With their shorts down!

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  6. Religions are man made but gender is not. In the matter of faith we can move either or more sides. Although religions have so many draw backs I feel it is an inevitable matter in the society. So let it be.

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    1. I let it be. But they don't let others be. That's the problem.

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  7. I often think that The Creator is up there lamenting the fact they spend so long to give us Brains that we have no intention of using!

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    1. Or as Nietzsche said, the Creator must have died laughing at what we are doing.

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