People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance. - Calvin

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Religion is the opium of the masses

Part one

Tell me who are you, Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Parsee, Jain, Jew or something else.

Did you choose who you wanted to be, were you even offered a choice ever to belong to a religion. No?

Did you ever consciously or unconsciously question anything in your religion?

Did you ever choose to decline or put a foot down against something that your faith practices.

Does your faith tell you that you are the most superior race or clan and are destined to meet God.

Do you believe that God (the formless, everlasting entity) is forever with you, when you lied for that petty gain for yours, when you dashed pushing aside people to take that seat on the metro/bus, when you made that lewd gesture at the lady, or when to seemed not no notice it when you saw some one else doing it?

Do you believe you are special, do you believe that God exists in lives, lives within your form and do you believe the same to be true for everyone else, including the beggar on the street, the durbaan who stands outside the AC restaurant you are visiting, all day long, the waiters inside, the urchin who just just brushed against your washed and bathed self, the old haggered woman trying to peer into faces as trying to recognize someone or something, the prostitute on the desolate street.
Life has always been so intriguing....so so very nastily weird...I have been blessed in more ways than one and I am grateful for that but that is not where all the song and dance ends. There are so many things that just put me to my wits end. Why is that there are certain things that I want just from specific people and when somebody else tries to do it, with the best of intensions mind you, the best I can be is plain irritated and unamused. While at the very same time when the one I want it to do does not indulge I am again in a foul mood......complex....right!

A part of me tears apart to be successful, powerful, famous while another just keeps pulling me back with arguments of the elusiveness of all of it. One says lo and behold look how enormous that building is, how palatial the surroundings are and what a fine spread it is. While the other says, oh! look what the government has done for the common man, hey, they are about to pull down the yamuna pushta jhuggis, oh ho its just the small fishes in the market that are meant to bear the brunt.

I wish things are easier, or I guess I were a bit more decisive, nevertheless the ifs and buts remain in full swing as of now!