GO TO HELL.

 

 

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Go to hell.

“Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to Hell, in such a way, that they look forward to the trip” – Winston Churchill.

In corporate life, Tact is about everything. As I read this nice message and shared this with a few others, my mind wandered to Tact at its best.. or rather at its worst to be more precise.

It is this Tact of the highest order, twisted and warped to suit a highly distorted evil end, that prompts young minds to choose a path of throwing away their precious life to live a life in the ‘hereafter’, sugar coated with worldly vices and temptations !!

This is the tragedy of our times, that all those who embark upon this route to Heaven, are doing so, as a result of brain washing, enticement and goading of evil forces sheltering within the sanctity of a holy book.

In recent years, newspapers world over are frequently featuring articles that denounce the extremist ideology which is creating hell on earth.. This has come too little too late, according to many of these writers. The religiously extremists believe that the human being is sinful, so the majority or may be all regardless of the extent of their belief or worship will taste something of Hellfire, or will be exposed to the horrors ; there is no one who will be spared from God’s torture. For the religiously extremists, God is not Beneficent, Merciful, Kind and Generous. God is not the Victorious or the sustainer. In order to be a beneficiary of God’s compassion, one must live life wholly dedicated to prayer, worship and submitting oneself to the Creator, from cradle to grave. 

The condemnation here is for the belief that is being encouraged – the open road to Heaven, or rather the short cut to Heaven – a way that does not pass through grave torture and flames of Hell, which is through the way of martyrdom. As martyrs for the sake of religion, goes directly to Heaven, he avoids the torture of the grave and the heat of Hell.. and besides that he enters Heaven with 72 virgins and this is how martyrdom seems necessary and enticing.

According to their mentality the believer spends his life fasting and praying and despite this he is exposed to the torture of the grave and the horrors of Judgment Day and the Hellfire, while the novice who wears an explosive vest and present those he thinks are worthy sacrifice to God Almighty enters Heaven bypassing Hellfire and torture. .

So why take the trouble of being a good human being, why the trouble of fasting, praying and why be pious and spend long years in this world when the ultimate objective is Paradise in any case. So the short cut to Paradise or Heaven is appealing indeed and what is more, this short cut comes with 72 virgins, which by itself is a cause worth dying for !! My only prayer for these misguided people and to those who orchestrate this mayhem is – GO TO HELL.

Having said that, here is a typical scenario of a so called martyr entering Heaven and asking for his prize..  .

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A TERRORIST'S - AFTERLIFE DISAPPOINTMENT

 by Karl Sharro*

 

 Published on Wednesday, 24 December 2014 08:00

Wealth, women and endless afterlife spoils. Such is the fantasy of those blowing themselves up in public spaces. Imagine their awe upon discovering that it’s all a sham. Something like this…

God: Come in, come in.

Dead Bomber: Blessings be upon you…

God: Cut that out, I’m good. There have been so many of you people blowing yourselves up, I decided to interview you personally. But this is not something I normally do. Why are you doing that?

Dead Bomber: Eh, we thought that’s what you wanted.

God: You thought what? Are you insane? Why would I want you to blow yourself up? And kill other people on top of that? It’s in all religions, ‘Don’t Kill’. Number one. The first thing. How can you miss it?

Dead Bomber: But we thought we’re doing it for you..

God: FOR ME? I created all of this all on my own, I can do whatever I want. I can turn a volcano upside down just by clicking this button here. Don’t ask me why I need this button. Why would I need your help? What twisted logic have you people come up with?

Dead Bomber: Ehm, it’s the afterlife…

 

God: Afterlife? What afterlife? There is no afterlife! You think this is a computer game? You die and you go to level two? And you didn’t even finish level one, you just opted out.

Dead Bomber: But all the Books talk promise an afterlife, a paradise…

God: It’s a metaphor! How did you people not get that? It’s specifically written in an allegorical manner so you get that. Look at me, discussing literature with an idiot who blew himself up.

Dead Bomber: So there’s no paradise?

God: No, you schmuck. That’s it, you die and you’re gone. I’m making an exception because I wanted to understand what foolishness you people were getting up to. I keep my eye off Earth for a few years, and you people spring up!

Dead Bomber: And the rivers of milk and honey and all of that?

God: You think I’m in catering? What impertinence! It’s enough work looking after you when you’re alive; you want me to spend eternity giving you free food? Like I have nothing better to do. Do you know how many universes I’m running now? Idiots!

Dead Bomber: And the beautiful maidens that we were promised…?

God: WHAT? Just what kind of establishment do you think I’m running here? It was all a metaphor, a story about how you’re supposed to live your life. How can you take it literally? If you’re good, you have inner peace, that’s it. That’s paradise. If you’re evil, you live a tormented inner life. You people have come and blown the whole system away. No pun intended.

Dead Bomber: I’m sorry, we just didn’t realize. You see there were those other people, the infidels who didn’t believe in you correctly. The crusaders and the rejectionists…

God: So you blow them up? Who do you think put them there? You utter imbeciles. You know I might introduce eternal damnation just for people like you. I’ll have to send someone to Earth to tell humans about it. I haven’t done that in centuries, I can’t even remember the shortcut. Get out. GET OUT! Before I turn you to salt.

Dead Bomber: What will happen to me now?

God: I might send you back as a swine, that should teach you. No, I’m pulling your leg. You will die and that’s it.

* Karl Sharro is a Lebanese blogger. This post was originally published on his blog.

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Feel inspired by TED speaker Zak Ebrahim - http://www.lifesuccessquotes.com/25-inspirational-quotes-about-peace-and-choice-from-zak-ebrahim-a-terrorists-son/

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Have a safe & peaceful week ahead.

MOHANDAS KIZHAKKE.

http://mohandas-sharedthoughts.blogspot.com/

 

Attachment to the future

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Attachment to the future?

Summer is here and it is vacation time. The four ladies in my life here are in India. The day before they left, our little grand daughter was left with me to take care.

From midnight to 4 am tho' she was sleepy, yet was restless, squirming and shifting every 5 minutes. I was in the recliner with her...battling my own sleepy eyes but watchful not to wake her up or make her cry.  The AC was set to cool well.. so it was as if this little one was covering me from the cold, with the warmth of her innocence.

A slight disturbance to our sleep can be a huge irritant normally. This sweet little one was constantly demanding my attention which was itself a highly difficult task to be able to give her in the wee hours of the day. The mind was willing but the flesh was weak.

The emotions I felt then was something strange. Here she was.. my own sweet little grand daughter .. shifting and snuggling to make herself comfortable... in my arms.. yet blissfully unaware sleep was over powering me all the while. Far from being disturbed, I was enjoying every moment of her in my arms where pure overwhelming love to care and protect her was the only thing that mattered then.

It was a delight to see her enjoying deep sleep towards dawn. It was a delight beyond words to see that sweet smile as she opened her eyes to look straight at me over my chest. It was a delight indeed.... going to miss her as she enjoys new place new faces new touch and new warmth..... but the warmth I felt with her on my chest will linger for long, until she is back..

At midnight or so, as I made it to the recliner, I could see the elder grand-daughter wrapped around my wife. She had woken up and needed to be patted back to sleep.

Thus we were, both the grand-parents, up and sitting past mid night, trying to put the little ones to sleep. This was not an unwilling chore, but a treasured task willingly taken upon ourselves where we would have a deal with our daughter for baby-sitting one or both once in a way. We had the same deal with our son as well.

My wife revels in her role as the mother of a mother ; mother of a father.

Grand mothers are just antique little girls ; Grandfathers are just antique little boys… .. A house needs a Grandma in it. Becoming a Grandmother is wonderful. One moment you are just a mother. The next you are all-wise and pre-historic.

I could view this scenario as the bondage between the past and the future, the fusion of what-it-was and what-it-will-be. As I lay there, careful with my charge, my mind raced back to the years, when I was not the past. I was in my prime with a two year old son to dote on, on a hot summer night with no electricity and plenty of mosquitoes to feast on the young blood..  I would not let a single mosquito disturb my son. So I stayed awake all night, eyes drooping but alert to the hum of an incoming sting. My hands would fan incessantly to beat the humidity and bring some coolness to the little boy and his mother. After a while, she would take the watch and I would sleep.

Decades later, playing a similar role was reliving our prime days. Grandkids are own kids miniaturized.

It is these enthralling moments that cement the relationship. The bonding factor is attachment… over the years, this attachment grows.. this is the attachment between one generation and another and another.. Where it is mutual all the way both ways, there is harmony…there is happiness.  

We would often talk about this. We did not expect our son to be grateful to us for the extra pains we took to ensure he slept through the discomforts. Nor did the thought ever occur that he should be obligated to us. Where there is pure love, there is no pain felt. Where there is love it is a pleasure to fulfil the duties that go with it. We were only doing our duty towards our kids.

Where there is love, there is duty. Where there is only duty, love is optional. The following anecdote would illu

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There is a Silverstein study that listed three elements that are crucial in developing a strong Grandparent – Grandchildren relationship.

a.    The child feeling a sense of emotional closeness to his grandparent.

b.    The child having regular contact with the grandparent.

c.    The child viewing the grandparent as a source of social support.

 A strong emotional bond with the grandparent effectively models a healthy relationship, lessening the negative aspects of parenting if any, by the father or mother, who is the primary care giver. Imagine the very positive effects grandparents can have in their grandchildren’s lives, if they are already receiving a healthy relationship model at home.

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Kahlil Gibran has beautifully expressed a fact... our attachment to the grand children is limited. We cannot enter their life, for their life lies in the future.

"Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you (body) but not from you (soul). And though they are with you yet they belong not to you (they have their own identity).

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness. For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable."

Kahlil Gibran

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Have a peaceful week ahead. Also, wishing Ramadan Mubarak to our fasting friends.

MOHANDAS KIZHAKKE.

http://mohandas-sharedthoughts.blogspot.com/