An Atheist

“I’m an atheist and I thank God for it.”
–George Bernard Shaw

I have always been an Atheist. Some examples to prove that I am a non-believer!
I did my schooling from Dehradun, a total of 7 years at the place. It’s a small town in the backdrops of Himalaya. For those who are yet to know why I mentioned doon (Dehradun) is because it was just 2 hours drive from this place to reach Haridwar. (Better read about it at the link than for me to type it out). Those 7 years of Doon took me to loads of place other than the famous Haridwar and Har ki paudi. It was not because I never got a chance to go but I never wanted to go!

Some people who know me call me an atheist by action and not by heart. May be because some times I do go to temple. When I am happy I say a silent prayer to thank the all mighty. When I am sad I pray for the betterment of my life. When I start a journey I pray for a safe journey! When a coin drops from my hand I pick it up and put it on my head. I some times recite those slakes which my mom and teacher made me remember when I was a kid. Or because I carry a copy of hanuman chalisha in wallet.

The sole reason, which makes me an atheist (By heart) is, the violence in the name of religion. The riots because of caste difference.
When I talk about this I am not talking about just India or any other country in particular. It’s the same in whole of the world. For e.g. the whole of Muslim community is divided between shiya and Sunnis. Saddam Hessian wasn’t known as the cruelest dictator of his time if he loved Sunnis. Hindus are broken into so many forms that it is really hard to distinguish who is who in Hindu community. The Christianity itself is broken into Catholics and Protestants.

Ahh such a long lecture. Here is Dirty adult joke for this entire lecture,

My neighbor uncle, who is 48, fell into a mud pond!!

The Egoistic Clash

The clash was not the thing I wanted to happen to me. The last thing I wanted to happen to me was a fight. The exchange of words took place at the most common place of the house. If you are thinking about bedroom, drawing room or dining room than you are absolutely wrong. It was the kitchen of the apartment I share with one of my colleague. The time was the black hour of the night when the sun has gone down and the moon has just started to climb. I had finished my dinner and was at the sink cleaning up the dirty utensils. For those who don’t know, I have to clean up all the dirty utensils of the house including the one in which the food was prepared. Cleaning being my daily routine so I used to do the cleaning with closed eyes. But on this day I had to open my eyes when my hand found something I was not accustomed of cleaning.

It was a coffee mug, which belonged to me but was being used by my roomy (My roomy had to clean his own utensils). He used to die (or is it dye) his hairs. The cup was dirty. Which made my blood boil and I thundered into his room and bellowed. Why the F#&K is this dirty cup with my utensils. He must have thought about the reply. He gave a flat and dry reply ” I had washed it I don’t know how come its dirty!!” this made me really angry and I said stop using my cup. He being another egoistic said, “I won’t be using anything than belongs to you” Hmmmmmmmm and the very next day he was off to buy himself the utensils for himself.

Now the question is who is wrong. Was it me or the moment when I asked him!!!