God

Is there one?
What happens after I die?
Do I get punished for my parents' ill deeds ?
Why do we connect with certain people, not certain other people?
Or more clearly why certain people are easy to relate with even though they were born and raised in a different part of the world in a different time and culture?
I don't loose my sleep over any such questions... but sure loose
some of my waking moments over these.
I was born in Hindu religion. I don't follow it simply because it never orders me to.
It doesn't disown me even if I don't practise it.
I have faith though.
My faith says the source of all the positive energy in this universe is my god.
I believe Krishna, Rama, Mohammed, Jesus and the lot were real people who had
enormous and unmatched amount of positive energy in them.

They must have done some pretty good stuff at the times they lived.

But for me, Sun is a better representation of god than any of these great men.

I know for sure earth gets its energy from the sun. Sun gets it from the outer space? If we go after the source, its an endless pursuit. I limit my science there and go with the one I am able to see if I must show it to someone.
Back to the unseen god, since it is an enormous amount of positive energy, matching negative energy is bound to be around the corner too. Imagine the pressure the almighy is facing every moment to keep this world in some sort of balance!
I pray that the energy flow to this world be more positive than negative.

My right, Your right.

My baby is 34 months. Last week he made it to the Zoo for the first time.
2 days before the trip, at home, we watched a movie together.
An elderly character died in the movie and sunny wanted to know
why everyone was sad. Dreading 200 'whys' in a row, I answered very causally that people are sad because the grandpa died. It worked, he seemed uninterested.
Back at the Zoo, we were watching the elephants.
A mother and a baby elephant were kept enclosed in a small area while other elephants were feeding. Turns out, they do this to avoid any aggression that may be directed to
the little baby if he tries to take a nibble from an older member.
Someone in the audience commented that the mother looked very sad.
"That is becoooooooos, his grandpa died"
My son offered the explanation rather loudly.
It cracked me up.
When I turned around, I saw some frowning faces.
Now I am stunned. What a politicay incorrect moment!
How can my right be so wrong for you?