SPEAK TO GOD..

Let me start with the presumption that not all who ever happen to read this shall be atheists. Most would be, in full probability normal usual people you and I know, with their own prefabricated understanding and beliefs and trust in the almighty. People who have their own personal way of communicating to God, praying and speaking to Him in spite of the ways the world does so in temples, churches, mosques, idgahs and so many other places of worship which few words shall consistently fail to encompass.
And so when we are over-whelmed, we tune in to the divine frequency and begin our chat. But wait here. Have we ever turned back to think that is it always a chat? Or is it ever a chat? Or does it more often than not reduce finally to our woeful complains and merciful pleads for near completion of our never-ending plethora of desires. When we are over-whelmed I said. Is this over-whelming always of grief, sorrow, mistrust, pain and complain? Or do we ever tune in just to say thank you for no reason, to say that my dear God, I love you? How many times in a day do we turn back, without investing any effort and time and say a prayer of thanks, a small word of love, a small hint of gratitude, of unity, of acceptance? We may occasionally, thank God for what He gave us after we spent days and nights praying for it, but do we ever do that for the insurmountable things, emotions and happiness that He showers on us without our ever asking for it. Do we thank God or praise Him or love him for the sun, the flowers, the days and nights, for rains, for the cool breeze, the power to think that He gave you and me, our intellect or for the food and shelter that we earn for He made you and me capable to earn it? Come to think of it and every breath we take, every step we take, every one we love, every one you hate, every thing that makes you and me and this world what it is, is such a direct derivative of what the perfect architect made. Still most of us end up praying or meditating or following some spiritual practice or other just because we expect it to help us in some way. Either for peace, for understanding, for materialistic needs or for realizations of goals that people dare to dream but cannot struggle to achieve.
We complain of noise but we never thank for our ability to Hear, we complain of pain but never thank for our ability to feel, we complain of selfish people but never thank for the uncountable people who made our lives better, we complain of hatred but never thank for the people we love and those who love us, we complain of crime but never thank for our ability to identify it, or for the people who fight against it, we complain of a prayer unanswered but never thank for hundreds answered, we complain of hunger but never thank him after a good meal, we complain of failure but never thank for what we learn from them. Sounds unfair and unjust, doesn’t it?
But that’s how we have evolved to be and that’s what we seem to warrant today. We seem to be God fearing and believers, but what belief are we referring to here? Do we believe that no matter what comes, God shall hold my hand, as He always did? Do we believe that a prayer unanswered is just the portal to something much better deserved? Do we believe that in spite of what we do or we don’t, God will unconditionally love us? Do we unconditionally love Him? With what motives do I unconditionally love him, if I do?
And then there will be a class of us who will assert the fact that God is not another entity but just or own inner self. So also the fact that when we have faith in God, its just conforms to trust and faith in our own selves. But then if all we do with our so-called ‘inner self’ here, is complain and crib and curse, then we are none worth our flesh and blood. We can’t hate ourselves and love the world. And so we enter again into that dilemma of God or no-God. So great is the human resistance to self-analysis and change that we end up cursing and crying again… again to our fate, our being our inner selves and to God.
It is the most remarkable relationship we share with anyone so to say. We seldom love, seldom remember, seldom appreciate, seldom thank, always ask, always complain and in turn always expect to be loved and taken along. Taken along this beautiful life without regrets, without pain, without complains, without demands.
And then there are people who establish an un-detachable link with Him, those who do end up loving and connecting to Him, those who are one with their inner selves that we spoke of, those who try to guide this magnanimous herd of directionless and thankless us. We reciprocate with sneers and smirks and continue our seemingly endless voyage of botherations and troubles.
I will, if I may lead you to a wonderland full of remorseless beings, who despite their miserable and abyssal busy lives do connect now and then every few minutes to God. They thank Him for every little thing, this world so inadvertently gives them, who don’t take any breath for granted, who chat of all stupid things with God; silently though without letting you and me know and without stopping anywhere in time. They are grateful for the air they breathe, for the water they have, for the progress they exponentially enjoy each day and for being loved so unconditionally. They have their share of difficulties, of hardships, of hatred, of malice and of failure. And they also have their share of strength to go on. Their lives are much happier, much more serene and lovelier than ours.
Think of it, God wanted you and me to be a part of that knowledge and that happiness, but we decisively chose otherwise. He made us with so many expectations and so much love only to see his masterpiece ferment into thankless, loveless, ungrateful brutes that spend precious lives, time and lifetimes mired into complaints, hatred, vengeance and selfishness. Its not always ‘you scratch my back and I scratch yours’ with God, because He doesn’t need you to and you must learn to, yourself. We traverse through our lives seldom connecting to divinity and at the end of it all, what we speak to God always craves for some flavour of affection and happiness, even after Jesus dies with his arms spread in love.