The Realization

After a long day I return to my room , feeling tired I walk towards the bed and on the way I pass a small mandir that we have kept in the room. I try to recall the day when I actually stood in front of it and prayed in the usual manner. I get no answer from myself, feeling ashamed I advance towards the bed with a lot of thoughts circling the mind.

Am I being true to my religion?…
Have I gotten so consumed in the cobwebs of life that I don’t have time for god?
And a lot more thoughts that I couldn’t answer.

The realization was a bit disturbing…But somewhere inside I knew what importance god has for me & thought of the endless times when I felt my problems dissolve without much toil…times when I had lost hope but still had faith…

I thought, even though I don’t pray on a regular basis or practice the rituals that my religion involves, I feel the presence of a supreme being, a positive force and a guiding light. There is someone I can turn to when things don’t go well….someone I can blame …someone I can rely on….one who fills me with positivity and the one I fear from if I am doing something wrong…this someone whom I can speak with when I m alone is what I call GOD.

Everyone of us has this god with him and it doesn’t matter whether we are Hindus, Muslims or Christians…we all feel his presence…so the manner in which we communicate with him doesn’t matter…

Religions seek god…they present a way to communicate.…ways are different for each one but god is the same so why not give space to each person to talk to god in his own manner…why all the fuss about religion…why wars…why crusades…

Thinking that , my thoughts came back to the room. No guilt…no shame…I thanked god for being there with me…and I followed it up with a slumber in peace…