Faith…

It is such a beautiful yet haunting word. Our faith is something caught between the stifling hopelessness and dazzling temptations. I have often wondered if I am an atheist or even agnostic. But no, I do believe. And I do know that there is a God. Now don’t ask me how!

I mean if something bad turns up, the instant utter would be OMG! My friend Rajesh says that it is not because I am a believer, but due to socialization. Duhuh! And of course I hate those self-righteous piss-offs who have nothing else in life except force their opinions and beliefs on young ones! Go and boil your heads. Let me tell you, you are not making any change. Only jolly annoying!

And about religion I don’t know what to say! If being born in a Muslim family makes you a Muslim, then I am one. Otherwise I am not qualified to be called a Muslim.

I don’t do salahs unless mummy screams and chase me. In fact I can’t remember ever doing my prayers unless fed up with mummy’s nagging, her stringent warnings of being burnt in hell and all that. I observe fast because I like the idea behind it. I hate covering my head and all those jobless people spending sleepless nights because I show hair!

It’s not that I changed because I stayed in metros for some years. I have always been like this. I do pray to God. I do not forget to thank God. I do not forget to demand. I do not forget to say sorry. In fact there is a constant communication. Or is it that I talk to myself?