Conflicts

I am a firm believer in GOD. I stare at his world in disbelief.

So much is wrong. Inadequency, it seems, is in excess. Poverty, hunger, malice are widespread and common. Too common in fact. They are fashionable things to talk about. Simply cured and easy to prevent diseases take lives in regions that lack basic medical provisions. Brothers, fathers sons die in combat. Mercenaries slit throat after throat. In the name of religion, man kills man.

Whilst all this happen, we remain unaffected. Parties, social-does at which face-less people enjoy themselves, drowning in moolah. They worry about the scratches that come to their cars while "other" people wonder whether they'll get to eat that night.

Yes, the world is a mad place with mad residents. Where is HE? Where is God at this time? You might think that he's sitting pretty somewhere, eating out of a big bag of pop-corn. It isn't so, He's very much here. We see glimpses of him in ourselves.

The other day, I was in a bus, at a crossing. I saw a simple sight. A father and son were playing with each other. They lived in a slum on the roadside. They were a picture of tattered clothes, bruised bodies and filth all around. Yet they were happy, they laughed and played with each other fondly.

The world is not a perfect place, far from it. But we still have each other. In the words of Ernest Hemingway, " The world is a beautiful place, it is worth fighting for". I agree with the second part.

- Harbir Singh Rissam