“India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grandmother of tradition. Our most valuable and most instructive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only.”- Mark Twain
When I read this I wondered how much I am aware of my country. I have for sure read India’s history. I am proud of my country because I am an Indian. But have I ever tried to look beyond just that? There is so much we can take in. We never try to explore those things from different angles.
I accepted, because I didn’t know what it meant. When I went to school, there were some student in my class whose names were slightly different from mine. I asked them why so? They told me they are Muslims.
One such day I was watching TV, and the some songs were playing and an old man dressed in red. I asked, who is he? They told me he is Santa. I asked again, who is Santa? They said he is a Christian saint and they are celebrating Christmas. Then I came to know there is another set of people who are called Christians.
Then one day they told me the priest who visits the temple is Brahmin. As I grew up I came to know about a number of different religions and how they are further subdivided.
Here I am talking about tradition and culture of India as well as the caste system. How do we as human beings live or come to understand our society or the people living in it? We are told these things.
That definition becomes the whole point of how we see our fellow human. Here I would like to thank my parents and family that they told me to respect each and every human being irrespective of whom they are.
Here is why I think it is difficult to change some traditional flaws in India anytime soon:
Everything is not perfect like a white paper. With time we will be able to separate the caste system from religion itself or at least not judge, rate, or see people from this point of view. The deeper you go the more intricacies you will encounter.
Talking about culture differs from state to state. If you go from north to south or east to west, you’ll get a cultural shock. The dialect, dress, music, faith, everything is different.
This is one of the reasons why in India we keep celebrating festivals throughout the year. Living in such a society makes me respect other human beings and the religion they follow with the same intensity as I would do for people of my religion.
I believe your faith/religion is there for the soul purpose of helping you when you feel a little lost, and need a divine strength in your life. No religion ever says that you should demean other people.
The message is simple “respect other human being for the simple fact that they are human being and nothing, more nothing less.”
The man who went where none should go and saw what none should see,
Had his knowledge wrapped around an eternal mystery.
He witnessed many glorious things, and many heinous too,
Yet ev’n his stores of knowledge failed to reveal something of the truth.
Then one day the man encountered a knocking at the door,
And he who swayed in spirit failed to do so anymore.
‘Find rest old man’, it whispered, defying all he knew.
‘Find rest and you shall find’, it said, ‘your soul has been renewed!’
The man was filled with joy as the shackles vanished from his mind;
He had unintentionally discovered the true eternal kind.
“Never again!” he proclaimed to all, in regards to past pursuits.
“Never again!” he called again, so that some would hear the news.
Yet none desired to listen to what the old man said.
“Fool!” they called him, unaware
Of their own inflicted heads.
First, the man was troubled, unsure of what to do.
But soon enough he found the Way, earning interest for the truth.
Rather than preach a message, he began to act the part.
Instead of looking for the end, he rested at the start.
The people marveled at him, not comprehending why.
“How can you live this way?” they asked the passerby.
“Now you see the truth,” he said, “what I had tried to tell.
But because you did not listen, you’ve found yourselves in hell.”
“What is this that you speak of?” the people asked, astounded,
Refusing to comprehend knowledge so unfounded.
“I will tell you once again,” he said, hoping for the best.
“Never again should you or I seek to leave His rest.”
Finally they understood from witnessing his ways,
This man had found a secret which brightened up his days.
But still he tried to tell them: “My secret’s free for all!
The light is all around you
Waiting for your call…”