An Apology for Atheism


It is said that logic has preceded human existence way before people could even define the word ‘ logic ‘ . Anything that doesn’t have scientific backing is unproven or uncertain. There is a grey area where science hasn’t been able to penetrate fully, and that area has dictated human way of life for centuries. Blasphemy or hurting ones religious sentiments isn’t the aim of this contemplation, rather it delves deeper into the inquiries of human surrounding. 


Who am I ? - Religion, A Question of Identity 


I am a Hindu woman married into a Hindu household. Mostly, I am seen upholding the religious values of either side of the family. Every time I stand with a thaali in my hand, I look up to the Godly figures in hope that one day I would reconcile with my conflicted feelings. This duality in existence is rather tiring. The day-to-day existence of pretence has often been casually dubbed as hypocrisy while being blind to the threat that comes with being or speaking differently. I represent my culture, yet I don’t. The paradox has often come in between relationships that I hold dear. The rituals when observed are seen as sign of devotion and obedience. This hypocrisy lets me live with the people I value, share their color and joy of festivities. For me, it acts as an interlude to the monotony, for it is a key factor in bringing people together and it’s comforting to see smiles . An outcast from mind, but a socialiser from heart tries everyday to wear several hats. I am a rebel but also a humanitarian. Neither I lose sight of right or wrong nor do I lose sight of people around me. I come to terms with pointed fingers when held accountable, for being labelled as a people-pleaser or a coward by coming as a person who doesn’t have the heart to bruise. 


Do I need religion? How do I utilise my religious identity? 


Yes, for social, legal and political reasons. I utilise my identity to become an active member of the society by assigning myself as such in institutions where my credentials are required. 


I think, that’s the role of religion I have carved out of myself. My disconnect begins where it starts to symbolise the ideals my reasoning mind rebels to. In search of my kind, I just put my thoughts to paper thinking they would also feel the same in the struggle when going through it. 

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