Christians all over the world are entering the Holy Week, a week dedicated to the commemoration of the last days of Jesus which led to his crucifixion and the putative resurrection. Though I lost my religious faith three decades ago my interest in Jesus has refused to make a clean exit from my consciousness. Probably my debilitatingly conservative Catholic upbringing has nailed Jesus too fast to my consciousness. Who was Jesus in reality? This is a question that has fascinated me much. I don’t believe he was the son of God. I don’t believe there is any God up there or anywhere else begetting sons or daughters or any other miserable creatures. I find it quite interesting that we, the human beings, who have explored the minute world of the subatomic particles and the stars billions of kilometres away, have not been able to discover much about a person who lived merely 2000 years ago. Did he exist at all? I remember a book which was quite a craze among a few of m
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