Fools Rush In – The Papal Faux Pas

Please note, before you read further, that I do not have any religious affiliations. Nor do I have anything against any religious establishment or personality. (My religion is the business of me and my God.) This post deals with an idea, not a person. A certain religious personality is recurrently mentioned in this post. I respect that person for all that he is.

If you are an ardent Roman Catholic or very fervently hate condoms, do not read further. Don’t blame me later: you’ve been warned.

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What do you do when you have a problem?

If you were a simple, normal and sensible human being, you would analyse the situation, find out what caused the problem, and then try and fix it. If the problem involves other human beings, you would try to think like them, so you could have in perspective everyone involved. And if you still couldn’t find a solution, you would submit the problem to someone better equipped than you are – resource-wise, knowledge-wise and intellect-wise. If you were a simple, normal and sensible human being.

When some people bypass all these steps in problem-solving and jump to conclusions on an issue they hardly understand, the results are often amusing. Sometimes, sometimes, they are outrageous. A recent remark made by the Pope has evoked a similar response from me and my friends. And I realised reading the papers today that we were not the only ones.

Pope Benedict XVI said in front of the international Media and an aghast medical community that condoms are useless in the battle against AIDS in Africa – they’re not weapons, but may actually aggravate the problem.

I say, respected Sir, what are your references? Have you published any research papers to this effect, or read any? If you think the solution to this problem is imparting a spiritual education to people and asking them not to be promiscuous, what is your experience in this field, and what is its success rate? If you start a campaign now around Africa on this mission of shoving spirituality down the throats of millions of people, would you guarantee the eradication of the virus in say, fifteen years? Do you have any experience in Sociology that prompted you to make a remark such as you did? What do you know about the habits and lives of millions of Africans living in conditions hardly imaginable for a majority of the world’s population?

If you indeed have an idea better than what the rest of the world thinks, can you devise a workable plan involving the required personnel, counsellors, etc, fund it, and prove to the world that you are right?

The distribution and use of condoms has proven to be effective in combating the spread of the AIDS pandemic, however slowly. Thousands of healthcare personnel are spending their lives in this endeavour. An irresponsible statement made by someone who wields immense power over the thought processes of millions of people worldwide can jeopardise the whole process.

We are not fools, Your Holiness. Please do not pull an issue too far. If you don’t like condoms, please don’t use them. But please don’t say they don’t work. You don’t have the knowledge or the experience. You don’t have the right. To solve a problem of global proportions, you need to have these. And if you say that what you have against a deadly, constantly mutating immunosuppressive virus is just a few magic words – well, thank you very much – we have the condom.

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Homeward Bound

One of those things for which you leap out of bed at two in the morning and reach out for paper and pencil. Orthodox readers might find it slightly blasphemous (Please don’t take offence. This is between God and me). Please tell me if you find this juvenile.

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I am here sitting
On top of the greatest pyramid that’s ever been built.
You know what I’m going to do?
Build another step and then climb it.
And again.
And again.
Then maybe let somebody else climb.

Last night I was chatting with God in a chatroom.
He promised to talk to me on phone soon.
Then one day I’ll meet Him.
And maybe shake hands with Him.
And definitely kiss Him on the lips.
Then one day I will be Him.
Home.

There’s a long way to go!
But every moment is going to be more exciting
Than sky diving!

KISHORE KUMAR

Happily Lost

The rhyme and meter evolve from the first stanza to the last line, as the lengths of the stanzas themselves decrease. Just as self dissolves as it increasingly becomes conscious of the Eternal.

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The golden sun
Reflected in sand grains,
Giant waves dwarfed
To lap at my feet,
And Eternity blinking from across the ocean:

Sea breezes – shadows of mighty winds
Propelling ships, vanguards of history –
Ruffled my hair as I sat
Dissolving myself into Creation’s mystery.

Romanticism and meanings
Of things and atom bombs,
Merged in the peace that vastness brings.

Nightfall killed the shadows that sunshine brought
And it lit a thousand stars in me bright.

Foam, Fate and Firmament engulfed me, and I blissfully gave in.

KISHORE KUMAR

Reflections: How I became a Mystic

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. So said Rabindranath Tagore. My own realisation of this came in quite an unlikely place.

Doing my clinical rotations in the Neonatal and Gynaecological wards has been quite an exalting experience. Watching a young mother holding her three day-old infant son and chatting happily away with him, as if he understood every word she said, struck a chord somewhere deep inside me. It woke me up to the immeasurable love that goes into conception and into parenthood. Into creating something out of yourself. Into nurturing a new lifeform as part of yourself and then tearing it away from you in a process of almighty pain. Into seeing it grow into an independent being with an all new individuality. Such is the joy of Life.

This, I realised, is the same joy that goes into making an oak tree from an acorn, into making two bacteria out of one. The same joy that made women and men out of monkeys and mushrooms from LUCA’s. I could see the oneness of life – the proverbial unbreakable golden thread – connecting me to the brownest seaweed, my most intricate neurones to the gut cells of earthworms.

There, in an unlikely place, drowned in cries of infants and the insane babbling of new mothers, I became something I never thought I’d become. No, I became something I thought I should never become. (In one crazy moment which Abraham Maslow might’ve called Self-actualisation,) I became a mystic.

There, holding the infant in my arms and watching his fingers curl around mine, I was lookining the glory of all Creation in the eye. And just one step beyond, I could feel the raiment of the Hand that wrote it all. In the sparkling eyes of the newborn, I saw a million promises of life, as it was conceived billions of years ago. I saw the hope that man is.

That was a moment of such emotion, such exhilaration and ecstasy, that its intensity cannot be captured even in the rhyme of poesy or the notes of music. While my friend was busy asking if the erythema on the soles, and the clumps of scant hair, were normal, I fell madly, insanely, in love with the symphony called Life.

Call me a mad guy. But I know I’m a happy guy.

KISHORE KUMAR

Catholic Vs Protestant Theology

One may say, backwardly speaking, that protestants like to be good and have invented theology in order to keep themselves so, whereas Catholics like to be bad and have invented theology in order to keep their neighbours bad.

BERTRAND RUSSELL, Why I’m not a Christian and other Essays

Jesus Christ and Family Values

Woman, what have I to do with you?
JESUS CHRIST to his mother Mary of Bethlehem, in John 2 : 4

Think not that I come to send peace on earth. I came not to send peace, but a sword. / For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter-in-law against her mother in law.
JESUS CHRIST in Matthew 10 : 34, 35

Taught, taught, taught

Of course I know that the sort of intellectual arguments that I have been talking to you about are not what necessarily moves people. What really moves people to believe in God is not any intellectual argument at all. Most people believe in God because they have been taught in early infancy to do it, and that is the main reason.

BERTRAND RUSSELL, Why I’m not a Christian and other Essays