Thank God,I am an atheist!

I am a "part time atheist". When the going is good,I am an "atheist"and whenever the going gets tough,I become a "theist"! In all my 62 years of life,I have not met a full time atheist yet.
Recently I met a person who appeared and sounded like an atheist. 

I was very happy because for me an atheist is God himself!
I wanted to make sure. 

For this,I started narrating a story written by 'Binadevi' (a pen name) to this new friend. I read this story a long time back and it influenced my thinking greatly thereafter.
The story goes like this.
There was this doctor in charge of a rural health centre in some Indian village. One day, two patients were brought to his place; greviously injured in an accident and unconcious. One of the two was driving a bullock cart which was hit 'head on' by a luxury car being driven by the second injured. The doctor did not know any of them from adam. Each of the injured needed to be operated upon forthwith for survival.
The doctor had to choose!
The doctor chose the car driver for surgery and the bullock cart driver got only first aid. 

In the very little time available for a decision and in the absence of any data, the lone doctor thought that death of the car driver will have a more severe impact on his immediate family eventhough death causes the same grief in all households.
As expected, the bullock cart man dies and the car owner survives.
Subsequently,the doctor gets to know that the car owner had developed suicidal tendencies for some time due to certain personal issues and is often getting involved in accidents. This accident is sixth in the order!
The bullock cart man is the lone breadwinner for his nonagenarian mother!
After knowing this, the doctor feels very sad at his decision.
Concluding the narrative,I exclaimed that 'God's ways are mysterious!'
My new friend objected to this and said 'where is God in this? It is just 'chance' .

By saying so he failed my test . 

He is not an athiest !

He is a believer.
What I call as 'God' is referred to as 'chance' by him.
My search for an atheist continues!

Snow white and the 'six' dwarfs

Snowwhite and the 'six' dwarfs

It all happened in the very early 50's of twentieth century while I was studying in the Infant class in a Roman Catholic school in Bhimli, a small seaside town in Southern India.

Though a girl's school, it offered co-education up to 5th.class.
Every year,there used to be a gala function on the 'Holy Mother's Day' (I am not sure about this name).During the function,toppers in academics,sports,fine arts etc. used to be awarded.In addition,there used to be music,dance and drama performed by children of various classes.That year it was decided to stage a drama wherein children from the entry level can perform together with students from the higher classes.The story chosen was 'Snow White and the seven dwarfs' ,the story of a beautiful girl, Snow White who "takes refuge in the forest in the house of seven dwarfs to hide from her stepmother, the wicked Queen. The Queen is jealous because she wants to be known as "the fairest in the land," and Snow White's beauty surpasses her own. The dwarfs grow to love their unexpected visitor, who cleans their house and cooks their meals. But one day while the dwarfs are at their diamond mine, the Queen arrives at the cottage disguised as an old peddler woman and persuades Snow White to bite into a poisoned apple. The dwarfs, warned by the forest animals, rush home to chase the witch away, but they are too late to save Snow White from the poisoned apple. They place her in a glass coffin in the woods and mourn for her. The Prince, who has fallen in love with Snow White, happens by and awakens her from the wicked Queen's deathlike spell with "love's first kiss."
Sister Grace cast me as one of the seven dwarfs.

Being the smallest of the seven,I was only to walk behind the other six as a tag.

Each dwarf was to have long white beard.The costumes were made ready.Rehearsals were held.

Everything was hunky dory.

On the day of drama,we were all made up(Surgical cotton was used as beards for us.) and were asked to walk on to the stage.As soon as I walked on to the stage,a small speck of cotton entered my nostril making me sneeze heavily resulting in my white beard getting blown off!.

This scared me and I ran backstage crying.
The show however went on well and the audience applauded!
At the end of the show, when the actors were being introduced to the audience ,sister Grace called out my name too !.

I went on to the stage without my beard and with lot of tears in my eyes. 

Sister Grace gave me a hug and that made me beam again!
There was a thunderous applause from the audience; an applause for the 'sister's Grace' which is unforgettable!!

Learnings on the Cricket field...

In a family of 10 children,I was the ninth; born 62 years ago in a sleepy little town on the eastern coast of peninsular India.
The world that I was born into was a lot different from what it is now in terms of the lifestyles of people.The present day conviniences and comforts were absent then. But 'comforting' I got in ample measure whenever I was in distress!
My mother as also the six brothers and two sisters who are elder to me, pampered me; pampered only up to certain limits permitted by the dictates of dicipline and restricted by the limitation on resources caused due to the sad and sudden demise of my father.
Their love for me was boundless!
At that point of time, giving good education to the younger brothers was of utmost concern for my older brothers. As a result of this, all of us got good education and could do very well in our lives.
In the large middle class families like ours all expenses were pre-budgeted and pocket money for children was unknown in those days. Given the conditions as they were, we the younger ones followed good financial dicipline.
It was fun growing up in such a big loving family!
Until I joined college where sporting facilities are available, I was happy practising only gully cricket for relaxation.
Most of the times I used to be fielding in the deep third man position. During practice, I rarely used to get a chance to bat and almost never a chance to bowl!
The field gear for playing consisted of four bamboo sticks. The bat belonged to one of the team members and he got it as a gift from his father! This was a very costly and rare gift in those days.
The owner of the bat was ipsofacto the captain of the team and he could call all the shots!
Pads, guards and gloves including the wicket keeper's were unaffordable. However the ball used for playing was a regular leather one bought on contributary basis; half a rupee from each player.
Often times, even when I could not pay my contribution, I used to still go to watch the others practising. As the wicket keeper was not provided with the required protective gear, most of the times he used to go through all the movements like in test matches only to let go the ball!
There used to be thus a need for a deep third man right on the boundary line to stop/retrieve the ball. The captain(who owns the bat) perforce used to ask me to take up that position and field.
Because of my great love for the game,I used to do this with the utmost dedication. My fielding skills got honed up in the process!
Perhaps to keep me motivated, the captain was once in a while allowing me to bat. I always made the best use of these chances to sharpen my batting skills. I soon realised that for one to become good at batting,one has to be fearless and should never take his eyes off the ball right from the time that it leaves the bowler's hand till it is dispatched properly for runs.
Also one should never leave the stumps and shuffle towards legside even when the bowler is throwing bodyline. Afterall there is a bat in hand!
The 'mantra' is 'stay there! runs will come your way!'
Is it not equally true for our lives? Stay on and maintain the right poise. Everything that's due comes your way!
Whenever another team challenged ours for a weekend game, I always was in the playing eleven of our team because I could save a lot of runs fielding at deep third man position in addition to chipping in with a few runs myself.
Whatever is to be done is to be done with gusto!
Whenever I ruminate on these childhood happenings,the words of Bharat Ratna M.Visweswarayya ring in my ears- "If your job is to sweep,sweep it in the best possible way that none can excel you..."

Laaga Chunari mein daag!!

The other day I was baby sitting Shreyas, my grandson. My wife was doing some work in the kitchen. Gayatri and Kishore went to 'Babiesrus' to buy things for their son Shreyas.

The scene was 'picture perfect'! Sitting by the side of Shreyas, I was hearing to music on my laptop. Manna De was singing soulfully the song "Laaga Chunari mein daag" from the hindi film 'Dil hi to hai'.

Suddenly Shreyas started crying and I was at a loss to know what triggered this. I tried all known gimmicks to pacify him. His crying only became louder. It was then that my wife dashed an advice from the kitchen 'Laaga Chunari mein daag ani padutunnaadu kadandi, Diaper check cheyyandi(It is being sung that there is a patch, please check the diaper)'. Lo and Behold when I checked his diaper there was a blue patch on it -which appears when an infant pees!

What a telepathic prompt from my wife!

It is like Ammamma.com!

I always consider her as a SME(Subject Matter Expert) in such realms.This view of mine got further fortified after this incident.

After diaper change,Shreyas started playing.

He looked enchanting and I tried to attract his attention by doing various antics.He seemed to be oblivious of my efforts and is revelling in his own different world.Why this indifference?

I was trying to seek some enlightenment on this matter from my wife.

Just then Mannada started singing the last stanza of the song which is "woh duniya more babul ka ghar,yeh duniya sasural".This suddenly prompted an answer in my head.
If every child born in to this world is coming to his or her 'sasural',it is quite natural for it to feel a little shy initially.It is not indifference as I thought but shyness.
I got the enlightenment!