Skip to main content

Our gods must have died laughing


A friend forwarded a video clip this morning. It is an extract from a speech that celebrated Malayalam movie actor Sreenivasan delivered years ago. In the year 1984, Sreenivasan decided to marry the woman he was in love with. But his career in movies had just started and so he hadn’t made much money. Knowing his financial condition, another actor, Innocent, gave him Rs 400. Innocent wasn’t doing well either in the profession. “Alice’s bangle,” Innocent said. He had pawned or sold his wife’s bangle to get that amount for his friend. Then Sreenivasan went to Mammootty, who eventually became Malayalam’s superstar, to request for help. Mammootty gave him Rs 2000. Citing the goodness of the two men, Sreenivasan said that the wedding necklace (mangalsutra) he put ceremoniously around the neck of his Hindu wife was funded by a Christian (Innocent) and a Muslim (Mammootty).


“What does religion matter?” Sreenivasan asks in the video. “You either refuse to believe in any or believe in all of them.” If you think that only your religion is true, then you haven’t understood even the basics of religion.

Today, 27 Oct 2025, is the 50th death anniversary of a poet who composed about 1300 songs for more than 250 Malayalam films until he died in 1975 at the young age of 45. I cited one of his songs in a recent post, Helpless Gods. Vayalar Ramavarma wrote scores of poems that questioned gods and religions. One of the best was ‘Manushyan mathangale srushtichu,’ Man created religions. The song written for a 1972 movie went on to say that religions created gods. Then men and gods together divided the land, divided hearts.   

The people of Kerala were made to reflect on the worth of religions and gods by Vayalar’s songs. That was more than half a century ago. The tragedy is that we have regressed from those days of philosophical reflections to the jingoistic slogans of today, thanks to our present political leaders.

Religion makes lunatic asylums of societies, Vayalar wrote. The song has an explicit line: Bharat has become a lunatic asylum. Written in 1972, the line holds more relevance today.

Do we need religion at all?

We witness umpteen incidents day after day showing the regressive force wielded by religion over people. Dependence on authority is the first limitation of religion. Doctrines, scriptures, leaders – these become the sources of truth for a religious believer rather than honest personal inquiry.

Belief systems provided by religions can function as psychological crutches. People cling to religious prayers and rituals instead of confronting their existential anxiety and problems. Religion is merely a coping mechanism for most believers. A placebo.

Higher thinking implies openness to change and complexity. Dogmatic religious adherence, on the other hand, hinders intellectual growth by closing the mind to contradictory evidence or alternative worldviews.

Worst of all, especially in today’s Indian context, myths and symbols are taken literally rather than metaphorically. In such a situation, religion indicates an early stage of cognitive development: infantile. Hanuman becomes a real entity and a limestone shoal becomes the creation of his army.

I don’t deny that religion has helped many individuals to become better human beings. It can help us to perceive the interconnectedness, meaning and transcendence in ways that rational thought alone can never achieve. It can foster in us empathy, compassion and a deep moral sense. It can work wonders. If we understand it properly and use it wisely.

Unfortunately religion has become a political tool today more than a spiritual vehicle.

Our gods must have died ages ago, laughing themselves to death at the grotesque caricatures their devotees made of them.

PS. This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

 

Comments

  1. Is it possible that the idea of religion originated to measure our thoughts and behaviours, so that if not to any human we would be answerable to some external force or power for our actions?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. That's possible. And to some extent religion still fulfils that function today.

      Delete
  2. Vayalar was great. During May, before I reached you and Maggie, I had to cross Vayalar and Punnapra, twice over, on my journey to Marthandam and back. Yesudas is seen singing this song, " Manushyan Mathangale Srushtichu.. Mathangal... Deivangale... " What a change of Kerala of 70s and now. From a Socialist Ethos to Neo-Liberal Narcissistic Overhauling..

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. All this religious spirit of today has nothing to do with spirituality. It's all part of a particular variety of politics that is meant to alienate certain people from mainstream.

      Delete
  3. When any ideology is institutionalized it is corrupted.

    ReplyDelete
  4. At one time society needed the explanations given through the religious stories to make sense of the world. If you don't know about the Big Bang, you need some explanation for how everything came to be. As we've learned more, we no longer need those stories. But they can still show us how to behave in a society. Unfortunately, those in power are using that as a way to take power and make money for themselves.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Power craze is the real problem. Otherwise people would have made good use of religion. Today religion is not religion, at least in my country. It is politics.

      Delete
  5. Absolutely right ! If one does not understand that all religions lead to that Single Super Power , then they have not understood the basics of it.

    ReplyDelete

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

Bihar Election

Satish Acharya's Cartoon on how votes were bought in Bihar My wife has been stripped of her voting rights in the revised electoral roll. She has always been a conscientious voter unlike me. I refused to vote in the last Lok Sabha election though I stood outside the polling booth for Maggie to perform what she claimed was her duty as a citizen. The irony now is that she, the dutiful citizen, has been stripped of the right, while I, the ostensible renegade gets the right that I don’t care for. Since the Booth Level Officer [BLO] was my neighbour, he went out of his way to ring up some higher officer, sitting in my house, to enquire about Maggie’s exclusion. As a result, I was given the assurance that he, the BLO, would do whatever was in his power to get my wife her voting right. More than the voting right, what really bothered me was whether the Modi government was going to strip my wife of her Indian citizenship. Anything is possible in Modi’s India: Modi hai to Mumkin hai .   ...

The Art of Subjugation: A Case Study

Two Pulaya women, 1926 [Courtesy Mathrubhumi ] The Pulaya and Paraya communities were the original landowners in Kerala until the Brahmins arrived from the North with their religion and gods. They did not own the land individually; the lands belonged to the tribes. Then in the 8 th – 10 th centuries CE, the Brahmins known as Namboothiris in Kerala arrived and deceived the Pulayas and Parayas lock, stock, and barrel. With the help of religion. The Namboothiris proclaimed themselves the custodians of all wealth by divine mandate. They possessed the Vedic and Sanskrit mantras and tantras to prove their claims. The aboriginal people of Kerala couldn’t make head or tail of concepts such as Brahmadeya (land donated to Brahmins becoming sacred land) or Manu’s injunctions such as: “Land given to a Brahmin should never be taken back” [8.410] or “A king who confiscates land from Brahmins incurs sin” [8.394]. The Brahmins came, claimed certain powers given by the gods, and started exploi...

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 music of an ageing man

Having entered the latter half of my sixties, I view each day as a bonus. People much younger become obituaries these days around me. That awareness helps me to sober down in spite of the youthful rush of blood in my indignant veins. Age hasn’t withered my indignation against injustice, fraudulence, and blatant human folly, much as I would like to withdraw from the ringside and watch the pugilism from a balcony seat with mellowed amusement. But my genes rage against my will. The one who warned me in my folly-ridden youth to be wary of my (anyone’s, for that matter) destiny-shaping character was farsighted. I failed to subdue the rages of my veins. I still fail. That’s how some people are, I console myself. So, at the crossroads of my sixties, I confess to a dismal lack of emotional maturity that should rightfully belong to my age. The problem is that the sociopolitical reality around me doesn’t help anyway to soothe my nerves. On the contrary, that reality is almost entirely re...