Skip to main content

The Innards of Spirituality


When a huge concrete cross was being shattered with a demolition hammer, I laughed rather raucously. I was watching the breakfast news on TV as usual. Most of the time, breakfast news is depressing with news about drug addicts, rapists, murderers, and politicians. This video of a cross being brought down in a very unceremonious ritual officiated by revenue mandarins was unique in a country of people whose religious sentiments are more brittle than dry leaves in an Indian summer.

Maggie was not amused at all by my laughter because she misunderstood that I was laughing at a religious leaf being crushed with a political hammer.

“This is the same cross in front of which our X (I named a very close relative of ours) fell prostrate a couple of months back during their picnic to Parumthumpara,” I explained.

“She is a very spiritual person and so she respected the cross, that’s all.” Maggie’s spirituality is more like a leaf in a storm: I am the satanic storm and she is the tenacious leaf that will withstand any evil like Father Lankester Merrin of the movie, The Exorcist.

I chose to chew on my cheese-and-honey sandwich because a blog post is a better solution for a lot of samasyas* [one of the few Hindi words that I’m in love with – and this one means problems] than a live discussion with people.

The cross at Parumthumpara was not my samasya at all, notwithstanding the rebars of the cross that appeared on my TV screen like the ribs of ravaged divinity.

The cross, like too many other religious images, has been misused by the religious and the irreligious alike, particularly in India. Some idol like Ayodhya’s Ram Lalla or image like the Shiva linga will be planted somewhere and then all sorts of claims will be made. The cross was used with similar effects in Kerala too occasionally. Parumthumpara is the latest episode.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I am reading the autobiography of Pope Francis these days. I’m reading it slowly like a meditation book because that’s how it reads like. It moves me to a lot of spiritual reflection. What I read this morning is the Pope’s citing of Lanza del Vasto, “a polymath writer, Christian thinker, and nonviolent campaigner against war and nuclear armament, an artisan of peace.” The worst lie, according to Vasto, the greatest and most dangerous lie, is “truth minus one.” Pope Francis explains it thus: “Not truth, but its contrived appearance, its comic or dramatic distortion: an attitude that makes falsity credible, error acceptable, that makes the inept arrogant, the ignorant wise, the incompetent powerful.”

I stopped reading the book just there. My meditation started.

Aren’t our religions the worst lies? I’m sorry my meditation went in that direction. I’m a fan of Khalil Gibran’s counsel: “If you accept, then express it bluntly. Do not mask it. If you refuse, then be clear about it.” Honesty, clarity, authenticity, and courage are the values I cherish the most, though I fail them many times.

I love Pope Francis, but I detest his religion. Similarly, I can love a lot of saints and sadhus and mullahs irrespective of their religion, but their religion is my problem.

Individuals may possess authenticity. Religions are meaningful only because of the individuals who put it into practise. I hardly find authentic religious people. A visit to a church or a temple or a mosque or any such place leaves me feeling nauseated all too often.

I started with X’s religion and my laughter. Let me end with X too. She is very religious. She spends every first Saturday night in meditation at a retreat centre. She attends every Sunday morning Mass. She prays every evening at home: rosary and a whole lot of catechism prayers. She is very religious. But she is one of the silliest creatures, most off-putting ones, I have ever known. Her spirituality is like the philosophy of a balmy socialite. Her religion gives her a community with a sense of belonging, roots in a desert, and aspirin when a headache strikes.

She prays a lot. But the prayer doesn’t seem to touch her heart, let alone her thinking. A concrete structure that resembles a cross can bring her to her knees. But she will choose to be blind if you point out the exploitation or injustice being perpetrated by the erector of that cross. She loves her God. But she hates a lot of her God’s creatures because their truths differ from hers.

Her cross is made of concrete whose innards look ghostly when it is struck with a demolition hammer.


* I fell in love with the word ‘samasya’ merely because it was used frequently by one of my colleagues in Delhi whose hobby was to create samasyas for others and enjoy the outcomes just as most of our religions do.  

Comments

  1. Hari Om
    "Religions are meaningful only because of the individuals who put it into practise." That is the sentence of the day! And what that meaningfulness is comes down to the interpretation of each one... too much capacity for the ego to play! YAM xx

    ReplyDelete
  2. When any ideology is institutionalised it gets corrupted and loses its purity.

    ReplyDelete
  3. "She loves her God. But she hates a lot of her God’s creatures because their truths differ from hers." She didn't find God yet

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Most devotees don't, I think. Religion for them is not as much about God as about a sense of psychological security.

      Delete
  4. Have you ever considered the symbolism of the cross? They pray to the instrument of Jesus's murder. And a long, painful death at that. A lot of organized religion is about power, but not the power of the people.

    Religions are weird.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Pope Francis gives a very different interpretation to the cross symbol - wisdom lies in the ability to lose, he says, and the cross is a symbol of ultimate surrender.

      Delete
  5. Religion has to be private, just the personal concern of individuals. The more religion occupies the public space, there will be more and strife.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, god resides in hearts. Anywhere else, god can be a terror!

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

Two Nuns and two questions

The nuns kept in custody  Two Catholic nuns were arrested on 25 July 2025 at Durg railway station for allegedly trafficking tribal women from Narayanpur in Chhattisgarh to Agra in UP. Today’s newspapers in Kerala have expressed their contempt of the act more vehemently than I had expected. It seems secularism has hope yet in this country. For those who are not aware of the incident, two nuns were arrested because some criminals of a depraved organisation called Bajrang Dal in Chhattisgarh chose to conclude that the nuns were committing the crime of human-trafficking. Since that charge wouldn’t stick, because the women confessed that they were going voluntarily to take up jobs with the help of the nuns in order to raise their families from miserable poverty in a country that claims to be a $5-tillion-economy, another charge was fabricated that the nuns had indulged in religious conversion. Now let us look at certain facts. Though I keep questioning the Christian churches for...

Missing Women of Dharmasthala

The entrance to the temple Dharmasthala:  The Shadows Behind the Sanctum Ananya Bhatt, a young medical student from Manipal, visited the Dharmasthala Temple and she never returned to her hostel. She vanished without a trace. That was in 2003. Her mother, Sujata Bhatt, a stenographer working with the CBI, rushed to the temple town in search of her daughter. Some residents told her that they had seen Ananya walking with the temple officials. The local police refused to help in any way. Soon Sujata was abducted by three men, assaulted, and rendered unconscious. She woke up months later in a hospital in Bangalore (Bengaluru). Now more than two decades later, she is back in the temple premises to find her daughter’s remains and perform her last rites. Because a former sanitation worker of the temple came to the local court a few days back with a human skeleton and the confession that he had buried countless schoolgirls in uniform and other young women in the temple premises. This ma...

The Little Girl

The Little Girl is a short story by Katherine Mansfield given in the class 9 English course of NCERT. Maggie gave an assignment to her students based on the story and one of her students, Athena Baby Sabu, presented a brilliant job. She converted the story into a delightful comic strip. Mansfield tells the story of Kezia who is the eponymous little girl. Kezia is scared of her father who wields a lot of control on the entire family. She is punished severely for an unwitting mistake which makes her even more scared of her father. Her grandmother is fond of her and is her emotional succour. The grandmother is away from home one day with Kezia's mother who is hospitalised. Kezia gets her usual nightmare and is terrified. There is no one at home to console her except her father from whom she does not expect any consolation. But the father rises to the occasion and lets the little girl sleep beside him that night. She rests her head on her father's chest and can feel his heart...

The Chhattisgarh Story

Deforestation in Chhattisgarh Kerala’s Catholic Church is teeming with rage these days because of the arrest of two nuns in Chhattisgarh on false charges. No one seems to understand the real politics behind the Modi government’s enmity towards Christian missionaries in Chhattisgarh as well as other backward states in its neighbourhood. Modi is selling the tribal areas and forestlands to the corporate sector part by part, his friend Adani being the chief benefactor. The Christian missionaries are a severe hindrance in that commerce. Let us get some facts right, at least. The Adivasi villagers allege that Gram Sabhas (local governing bodies) were forged or manipulated under pressure from Adani and the BJP government officials in order to take away their lands. In Hasdeo Aranya, minutes of the local body meetings were altered to show the villagers’ consent for land transfers. Also, the Chhattisgarh Scheduled Tribes Commission found that Panchayat secretaries were detained and coerc...