Wedge

Today, we had 5 hours of enthralling thermodynamics lectures conducted by our own HOD. We loved those 5 hours in our lives not only because we all met god but we also made a new friend called WEDGE (pronounced WED-GAY). He is Non-wedgitarian. He is the new roll number 89 in our class. He hates smoking.


our memories of wedge on his first birthday.

Thats him

                                       

Thats him with his dad

Thats him with his uncles\new friends

Us

His old friends

Seriously.....

Anomalies

Many of you children of god will read this today. Many of you will not like it. Others might be compelled to think. Today as an atheist I wish to put forth some questions to you all, some questions to make you think, some to bring change and some to just piss you off. 

Firstly I would like to know, how did a feeling of the presence of an omnipotent being come into existence among the humans? On what basis was such claim made and the thought injected into the society? Partially I’d answer this myself; it was the fear and lack of understanding of actions of nature among our forefathers that made existence of an “omnipotent” being necessary for the humans to survive. But since today science is helping us answer those natures phenomenon, do we still need to put faith in that invisible being? Has years of evolution changed nothing? 

Further I would ask, if the “Omnipotence” of god was to be established; then why do we have so many people worshipping so many gods? Here we stand facing a paradox. If existence of god is confirmed, then how can so many beings be “The Ultimate Power”? 

With those questions left unanswered let us assume the existence of god. He is supposed to be the creator of this world, this universe. He has the ultimate power to make, modify or destroy his creation. So then why is human or any other organism suffering? Is he not supposed to create a perfect world? Why do we still see rains of tears and floods of blood? Why there exists anything called as “The Holy War”? Why do humans have to go to war for the gods, when the all-powerful god can fix anything he created? 

This thought s often countered with an argument involving balance of good and evil; the notion of “Karma”. But again why does the world evil when it can all be MADE good? Does god not have the power to do so? If he doesn’t, how is his “Omnipotence” justified? If he is indeed omnipotent and yet refrains from using his power for betterment then is he not, as Mr. Bhagat Singh has rightly stated, a roman emperor enjoying a fight of gladiators?

The last question, which involves existence of my train of thought is, why did he give humans an option to not believe in him? Simplified, why did he create atheists? Isn’t the thought of infidelity the ultimate blotch on his empire of followers? Aren’t we the only anarchists opposing his supreme reign? Then why do we exist? Out of our own vanity? If a feeling of being superior to god or being the god himself dominates us, then that doesn’t make us atheists at all. Because in that thought we admit to the existence of an ultimate being. 

Then why do we still stand? Why do we grow in numbers? Why is he not striking down the anomaly he created?
                                                                                -Sagar Bhale

Attempting Youth

She opened her eyes at the fifth beep from her cell phone, looked at it, and threw it across the bed where it lay beeping faithfully. Half an hour later she was rushing to the bathroom with a toothbrush poking out from her mouth. Her rounded smooth cheeks bulging under the pressure of strawberry flavored toothpaste. On her way she managed to mumble a “good Morning” to her mom. Her mom, not clearly a morning person either, mumbled one back.

She stood in the ladies compartment, leaning on the compartment partition. Her kurti kept fluttering in the wind as she fumbled with her hair and her earphones. She saw younger crowd from her college, noisy, vibrant, cheerful….she wondered why “He” hated them so much. But she never bothered to ask. “He” didn’t like questions.

She stepped into the college, looked for her friend in the crowd. She saw her, waved at her frantically and motioned her towards the lecture hall. Her friend, cutting her attention away from a group made of mostly guys, moved towards her through the crowd. She amused herself by counting the number of eyes following her friend as she moved gracefully in her jeans and tank top. “Maybe”…She thought…..”I should come dressed like that someday”…..but she dismissed it…..”He” didn’t like that type either…she wouldn’t bother to argue.

The lectures kept rambling on…One good thing about doing an arts course was that the lectures could be spent sleeping and nobody would give a shit. She drooled through her history and philosophy. Woke up and sketched the baldies head during psychology. As she was about to return to her hibernation in sociology, few words hit her hard on the face and she sat up straight.”……and today’s topic of discussion will be Male dominance and chauvinism”. As the lecture progressed she felt the cold knot in her stomach grow….it grew to the level where she felt nauseous…she didn’t want to hear this…rather “He” wouldn’t want her to hear this….”He” didn’t like the progressive type….just before she could do anything about it the discussion was steered off to WDC’s. The knot loosened but was not resolved.

Much to her friend’s surprise, she rushed out of the college building after the lecture. She wanted to get her head cleared. She was always torn between becoming a modern liberal professional and being with “Him”, but this was too much….She put on her music and moved towards the station. She tried not to think about it…whenever she thought about it she felt like leaving “him”….so she tried again not to think about it….she wasn’t strong….she couldn’t live without him. She didn’t know why.

As she walked home from the station she could not help but think, she had sacrificed the best years of her life, her beauty, lifestyle, friends and freedom just to be with “him”.  Was “he” worth it? It didn’t matter now…she was deep inside “him”. “He” wouldn’t let her out. She wasn’t strong enough. Besides her phone was ringing…it was “him”…she didn’t want to talk to him then…but she answered it anyway…”he” didn’t like it when she wouldn’t answer “his” calls…..

                                                                            -Sagar Bhale