Long time back, a friend told me that there cannot be a God. The concept of having a powerful force who controls each and every event in our lives is a figment of somebody's imagination'. Else how can you explain all the wars and bad events around. I disagreed outright, with the instilled passion of faith that comes to a person born in a God-fearing family, whose parent happens to be an ardent sunday school teacher and an active member of the church.
That was 4 years back.
I wish I could say that I still disagree, but it just does not come with the same fervour as before. As I grew up, it never occurred to me to ask too many questions. I just believed everything as it was told. And life was so clear & simple to understand. If you do something bad, you go to hell and versa vice. And yes, heaven is somewhere in the sky, whereas hell is below the ground we stand on. Today I question whether there is anything called 'hell' anymore. (I mean could something be worse than the world we are living in?). And who can say what is good or bad anymore. Right and wrong has a whole new definition now and a thinner line of distinction.
The world I'm living in has become quite capable to de-sensitize. No one ever wears their emotions on their sleeves anymore. It could be the the quickest way to survive any tragedy.
I witnessed life in Mumbai, when the train bomb blasts took place. I witnessed life in Pune when the German Bakery blast took place. The place and the toll of death though different, the feeling of vulnerability and fear remained same.
Who knows for a fact that in the next blast, we might not be one among the statistics of people who either lost their life or a loved one.