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My Search for God
First published 2003
This book is about the irony of God. In the context of the mounting global unrest, the more I thought about God the more convinced I was that there could not be a God as we knew of him. From the Laws of probability, the dearth of evidence and the new scientific discoveries it has become incontestable that there could not have been a single all powerful, all-knowing and benevolent God who imposed on mankind the obligation of belief in him.
The scientists can explain all the phenomena in the universe and invent modern machines but they have not been able to explain the meaning of life – so far. That was in the realm of mythology. However, the religious experience in the post-modern world has changed as advances in many disciplines of science have bought our understanding of the universe at a deeper level. God’s shelf life is now past its sell by date. Nonetheless, it is hardly the intention of this book to undermine anybody’s outlook on his or her religion. I have a very profound respect for Rama, Krishna, Buddha, Jesus and Muhammed. Without them we would still be in the Stone Age.
In the slipstream of my experience, the all embracing concept of God has been a bit of a letdown. The raison d’etre of a living God has been faxed on the wrong muse. I harkened back to my boyhood days when God was a reality to whom I could struggle for comforts and petty gifts. The Second World War ended: the Chinese and Cuban revolutions came to a successful end; Che Guevera was the icon of every university student but my God remained far away up in the sky, incommunicado. The aesthetes of God continued to propound the penology of God as Hooke’s Law in that the punishment that one would get in one’s afterlife would be directly proportionate to the sins one committed in this earthly life.
I was at a bit if loose end. My sense incarnate began to dither and I became vertically challenged as I stood in the quagmire of dark and aesthetic realities cloistered by the surreal tradition of the modernism. Beneath this understatement my emotions glinted all the brighter. The paradigm of God as he, she, it or a nondecript something controlling the universe, and more importantly Homo sapiens, began to demystify.
We humans have reached a stage in our evolution where we have to make a choice between religious mythology and rational science.