Thursday, August 03, 2006

Mr. God, this is Baboon

Mr. God, I have a few questions for you. Not that I’m doubting you or anything – I don’t think I’m properly insulated, let alone earthed, so the thought of a bolt of lightning passing swiftly through the night is not one I’d like to consider. Nonetheless, I think there’s a bunch of stuff that’s going on here that you seem to have missed, and which you play a fairly important role in. In fact, you’re the centerpiece, but you seem to be pulling a no show these days. All right, granted, nailing that son of yours to a cross (which we made him build) doesn’t seem to have been the right thing to do, but it’s been two thousand years. Also, you didn’t give him a very good resume. A virgin birth is spectacular and all, but firstly, I don’t think too many people believed it back then, and secondly, I think Mary (his mum, not Magdalene) got a bit of a raw deal. Magdalene also got a raw deal, come to think of it.

Mr. God, we’re sorry. And we’re quite fucked too, for that matter. Yes, it’s quite typical of us humans to ignore you while the going’s good, and come crying when everything goes wahoonie shaped, but you’re like the universal parent, aren’t you? If you just gave us life, and then kicked us out, that’s quite a shady thing to do. If not, then I really think you owe it to us to give us a hand. Personally, I don’t even quite believe in you, so therefore, I must assume that I’m insane to write a letter to you; but there are a lot of people out there counting on you – who’ve dedicated their lives to doing good things in your name. Please at least think about it?

Coming to the questions though – a lot of them have absolutely no bearing on the way the world is going, more of me trying to understand you. Yes, I’m an arrogant fool to assume that I can comprehend what others die trying to, but you knew that anyway, didn’t you?

Firstly, man, who are you? As in, which one are you? Err. Yes, that was the right question. You have a bunch of names – Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Jehovah, Allah, the Father, so on, and so forth. I think the problem we’re having here is that we’re getting a little confused as to which one you’d actually like to be. You can also have all of them, of course, but it would make life a whole lot easier if you just let us know. People are dying here, man – there’s people out there that believe almost exactly the same thing, but they’re fighting and dying because their interpretation – or because what their particular prophet told them differs in the specifics. This brings me to my second question.

Dude, seriously, what was the point of having so many religions? We love you just the way you are, you don’t have to change. All right, the Christianity and Judaism bits are quite similar, so we can probably put that divide down to human conceit (after all, they share the same book, don’t they?), but what in the name of…err, what in your name was the point of putting a warrior religion, Islam, right there next to them? You’ve also confused the fuck out of a lot of people, you know. You’ve given us two different religions – Christianity and Islam – and you’ve told BOTH of them that their God is the only God. Were you looking for a fight, or what?

Look at what’s going on in the world – hell, what’s gone on in the world for centuries now. How many wars have been fought in your name, how many of your children have been slaughtered, tortured, burned, and destroyed utterly, all in your name? How much blood has blackened the souls of your chosen warriors, who destroyed entire civilisations for your greater glory? The crusades are still being fought, my lord – your children still kill one another because you never taught us to share. It could be a sign that there’s no difference between us, having the same holy land – but then tell us, won’t you? This game of spiritual dumb charades will be the death of us, else.

How can you stand your religions being perverted and raped of all decent meaning, by greedy, selfish men, whose only thirst is power? Muslims are brainwashed into believing that there is no greater purpose in life than to die for a cause – when surely the greatest purpose would be to live for that very same cause? They believe that in sacrificing themselves with your name on their lips, and killing a few thousand souls in the process, in your name, they have assured themselves a place in Jannat. Is this justice? Is this the truth you told us to seek out? Christians are no better, I might add. Their weapons are simply different. They’ve been on top for so long that they’ve come to believe that they have a right to existence beyond all the rest of us. Our deaths are termed as ‘collateral damage’, while if you read their newspapers (these sheets of paper folded together with recent events and opinions and things printed on them), each Christian death (well, I mean American, really, it’s pretty much turning into a zealot country) is a martyr’s death. They’ve usurped the right to set the rules of the world, what with being the most powerful countries, and somehow it seems that no matter what we do, they always take home the money.

God, why is there so much inequality? In Hollywood, people spend thousands and thousands of dollars a day on clothes, and cars, and watches, basically shiny, sparkly stuff that they want to own first. In my country, some people exist on half a dollar a day. Even less, sometimes.

In Africa, AIDS rages unimpeded because your voice on earth, the Pope is against the use of contraceptives. Every day, hundreds of African Christians contract this disease, and begin the slow slide toward a rotting, decaying existence because your flunkies are screwing up. And don’t believe for a second that they’re handling their business either – you told them that Priests weren’t to have sex, but they found a loophole. Sex is only between opposing sexes, isn’t it? Every night, a few hundred pageboys go to bed with aching bottoms because some random priest got frisky. These are your chosen servants? I’m starting to wonder, my lord.

The Jews, the ones who claim to be your chosen ones are also neck deep in it. They’re in a precarious position – their country, your holy land is at war. They’re surrounded by hostile forces; who strangely enough, are also your children. Jewish honour, which has always been a benchmark, is slowly being eroded. In their battle for peace, they commit horrific acts to preserve their existence. Why have you condemned them to this fate? Why must forty odd children – relatively blameless, in the greater scheme – be murdered by an Israeli rocket just so that Israelis can live in security? Is this the fate you have chosen for us – that we must learn the deepest, darkest parts of our natures, that we are ready to murder, and destroy and pillage others just so that we our safe? The Middle East has been at war forever. Make it stop, I beg of you. Every day, hundreds die so thousands may live. Again, where is the justice in this? The cost of one Israeli soldier is a few hundred square kilometers of Lebanese land bombed to rubble. Not that it was much in the first place – but some people called it home. Now they have nowhere to go.

Are you trying to tell us something here, God? Are we so unworthy, have we committed such a heinous crime that we must watch everything we have built up be cast down in fire and blood? Tell us what we did wrong. You owe it to us.

My country, India, is also a mess.

We aren’t religious in the regular sense of the word – we’ve got a number of co-existing religions, and they usually manage to work together. We aren’t torn apart by war, at the very least. Nonetheless, murder, bribery, corruption and sleaze compete for the headlines even here. And we’re supposed to be the peaceful ones. Remember Gujrat. Remember Kashmir.

God, peace doesn’t work. You messed up somewhere, or perhaps we grew in new ways when you abandoned us – for I have truly come to believe that even though you might have existed at one time, you have truly turned your back on us.

India is not an aggressive country. That I can say with certainty. We’ve had recent enough examples of peace (Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa) to show us that a lot can be achieved without war, even though the price in blood must be paid. We’ve been attacked almost constantly since the beginning of our existence, when the British left. We’ve fought to defend ourselves, but we have yet to make war on another country. For this simple reason, we are attacked again, and again. Recently, hundreds were murdered in the city of my birth, Bombay. Bombs – explosive materials packed with shards of glass and metal – were put aboard trains carrying people home to their families. You can imagine the result.

And this is but a miniscule footnote to the madness that rages through our world. There are so many countries I’ve left out of this – Russia and Chechnya, Iraq, Iran, North Korea, China, South America…every single existing country has a history soaked in blood. I’m probably being extraordinarily biased in favour of my country, as I’m sure people will tell me soon enough – but then I’m a human, and therefore flawed. You are God.

I’m not a believer in pure egalitarianism – whatever you might have intended, humans are not equal, not in any way except the basic needs of survival. For that matter, you might as well have said that all living creatures on this planet – or all mammals, at any rate, are equal. Perhaps you did, and man in his arrogance changed it. I don’t know, and I don’t think we ever will.

We don’t have much time left, my lord.

We have created weapons that can destroy a country at a blow. Not a hundred, or a thousand, or tens of thousands of deaths. Millions – even the future generations will be affected. We are at the brink.

If you exist, if there is any mercy in you – help us.

Yours,

With the deepest respect.

I.R Baboon.
(Now I know there are some of you buggers out there who just won't be able to resist posting a comment as God. Here's your answer in advance. You're a jackass.)

Monday, July 31, 2006

Through the looking glass

A person feels insecure if he’s in an environment that doesn’t suit him. A person feels insecure if he’s behaving in a way alien to his true nature. Put someone in a hostile environment, then, and force him to put up a façade to get on with his life, and you’ve killed him right there.

I know this guy who’s been through something like that – or at least, that’s what he claims. He says that right from the beginning, he had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, just so that people would leave him alone long enough for him to maintain some measure of sanity. When I ask him for more details, he gets irritated and starts shouting. Fair enough, there’s something bugging him for sure. However, isn't that something everyone goes through in life? Every single person I know was a kid once, and every kid I know has been through some sort of shit in life – that’s what makes them mature, I feel. You never really grow up until something bad happens in life, since that’s what gets you thinking in the first place. That’s why women mature faster than guys – from what I hear, the beginning of the biological tick is a pretty intense situation. I know it would scare the crap out of me, that’s for sure.

We were talking about the guy, though. He says that he’s looking for closure, some way to get past whatever happened, and finally get on with his life. It must be a real pain, carrying such a weighty history around with you, which sometimes makes me wonder why he does it. Fair enough, something bad happened – perhaps much worse than happens to other people. And he’s a smart guy too, no doubt about it, so it must have made it even worse to know that you’re behaving in a way that isn't you, but having to do it nonetheless, just so that people would stop picking on you.

I’ve got a theory on this – old friend, I hope you don’t mind me laying your life out for others to ponder, but I think it’ll be good for you. Trust me on this one, like you have in the past. It’ll be okay, I promise.

I think, in all honesty, that you don’t really consider yourself worth very much – which is why you have to come up with all these complex excuses to avoid looking the truth in the face. Fair enough, you got messed up in school. It must have sucked, not having friends for years on end, and it must have sucked even more not having someone to pour your heart out to. Everyone needs someone to lean on, and not being able to trust anyone long enough to take a bit of weight off your shoulders for a bit is a bit of a harsh way to grow up. But consider this.

You are who you are for the simple reason that you went through all of that in the past. Yeah, it’s left you with a bunch of scars, and I doubt that you’ll ever be free of all your demons. Look, though, at what this gave you. You know more about yourself right now than most people ever will – and that’s something. You’ve experienced cruelty first hand, so you know not to be cruel yourself – your scars are a product of that, and I doubt you’d want to give this sort of grief to anyone else. Fine, you don’t trust people, which is a big, big disadvantage when it comes to rebuilding your life – but you’ve already basted yourself in the fire of your own personal hell for so long that most of your insecurities are already gone.
You’ve were forced to think about yourself and your life at an age that few people even knew of the concept of who they were – and you’ve been doing that for so long that you’ve even begun to understand deeper meanings of life. No mean feat for someone who claims to be as messed up as you.
I could go on with this forever – and I know that as soon as I say something, you’ll have a comeback, something to bring us back to the starting point. There’s no point in arguing this out – this is about you, only you.
Stop beating yourself up. You’re fine, you really are. You just need to start believing in yourself a little more – and I trust you can see the difference between that and becoming arrogant.

The only way for someone to live in a hostile environment and still be at peace is to realise that you make your own world. There’s no need for facades, no reason to lie to yourself and others. Just be yourself, man – it’s what you were born to do.

I've been working on the railroad...


This is an excerpt from the Darwin Awards (http://www.darwinawards.com)/. Basically, the Darwin is presented to those who have improved our gene pool by removing themselves from it – and as necessity often dictates, this award is often presented posthumously.

Accident Report
This one needs an introduction, so you won't be lost at the beginning. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient. I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80-foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using the pulley attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower. Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."
"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."