Tomichan Matheikal's blog

Selling religion is wrong. Because religion is not a commodity.   It’s not a cow.   It’s not a blessing.   It’s not even a comfort. Have you felt the comfort of a god in your heart?   If not, your religion is false.   Give it up.   And search.   Search for the real religion.   There’s only one true religion.   The one which you feel in your heart.   The one which makes you feel comfortable with yourself. There’s no panacea available anywhere.   Even religion is not a panacea.   You can’t ever feel comfortable in your heart as long as there are people who sell religion.   Can you rise above such people?   Can you find your god in your heart?   In spite of the priests?   In spite of politicians?   In spite of bad weather? Are you honest to yourself?   If you are, you don’t need religion.   But there’s too much religion in the world.   Too much religion.   That’s what’s wrong.

Walt Whitman longed to be an animal.   “They are so placid and self-contain’d,” he argued.   He found a lot of qualities that make animals superior to human beings.   They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another… Walt Whitman Poetry is not to be taken literally.   Whitman was not glorifying animals really.   He was just using them to highlight our own pathetic condition.   Whitman’s original religion, Christianity, laid much emphasis on man’s sinfulness.   Christianity believes that man is an evil creature unless redeemed by Jesus Christ.   Christianity instils a terrible sense of sinfulness in the soul of the believers.   So ‘good’ Christians are condemned “to lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins.” But all that weeping has p

“Why have they done this to us?” Fatima lamented. Sheila had no answer.   Her man had to join RSS if their son was to get admission in the medical college.   “Don’t talk to the Muslims anymore,” her husband had told her the day he secured his son’s medical college admission.   They were friends from childhood, Sheila and Fatima.   They studied in the same school and were later married to men in the same neighbouring village.   They were happy to continue the friendship even when they had husbands to love and later children of their own to love.   Love is unlimited, they realised.   You can love anyone if you want.   Love doesn’t get exhausted.   Rather, it increases when given liberally. “Our son’s future is more important than your friendship,” said Sheila’s husband.   “Muslims are antinational.   Keep away from them.” Their son got admission to the medical college run by Swami Radhadev on the condition that her husband join the local RSS shakha.   The shakha dec