Quandary

After a rigorous session of contemplation and brainstorming with my hostel chumps , I was compelled to introspect. Am I not seeing the greater picture? Is getting good grades at college and then getting a good job and a secured future is all there is to life? Do we not have a more meaningful purpose? Is the real purpose getting obliterated by humanity's perpetual race for material goods? Is the "system" that the world follows,nothing but a stratagem to shroud the path of enlightenment?
Since time immemorial we have all heard about sages renouncing the earthly pleasures for attaining "moksh". The idea seems too abstract and surreal to me. But what if that is what we are really supposed to do, rather than giving in to the day-to-day frivolous deeds? I'm not quite sure that reading algebra or about dead scientists,sociologists,and political philosophers would get me anywhere in life. You might think I'm gonna talk about completely engrossing myself with spirituality and religion. But that is not what I'm saying. I do not believe in the concept of religion and deity worship, nor will I ever support religious fanaticism and bloodshed in the name of "God". Call me a lunatic or even a dunce, but my concept of religion is a little offbeat and bizarre and yet it is such a concept that cannot be refuted.
We live on the 3rd planet out of 8 planets of a mediocre star, there are millions of such stars and there might be millions of planets like our one ,hence to believe that we are the only form of life that exists in the whole universe is the height of foolishness and absurdity. What if other such life forms, that were perhaps a lot more advanced than us, had "visited" our planet just for the fun of it? Lets assume that in the pre-historic times ,perhaps in the time of the early men , 'they' might have come to our planet. The cavemen ,with their limited intelligence would have surely been fascinated by their flying machines and probably 'guns' and would have started worshiping them. I have often wondered why most of the Gods that we see in the pictures have a bluish hue and have four or six arms. Why do the Gods in all the mythologies always descend down from the 'sky'?
There are innumerable questions that are left unanswered. (Read "Chariots of Gods" by Erich Von Daniken)
Perhaps due to years of tell-tale and folk perception we have the religion that we see today.
Call me demented, but this theory is still more plausible than believing that the Earth was created when God spoke that "Let there be Earth,Let there be light etc" or that the Earth rotates upon the back of a turtle. 
The tomb of Mayan ruler Pakal (603-683 CE) in Palenque, Mexico. Appears more like an astronaut in a spaceship

I know that none of it makes sense, but in the end i beg to differ. Now time to get back to reality and start my political science project! 

Comments

  1. b4 ne of this thoughts i think how did it all start as in.. life on anywhere, earth or any other place, start, what was b4 eveything, if ppl call it nothing then wat was tht nothing????

    never occured to u???

    look if we start questioning we won't stop.
    and without answers its all too irritating and frustrating lying alone with questions whose answers we cnt evn attempt to find...

    so, i would say.. being HAPPY in life and keeping ppl who we love happy is the best answer we can give to ourselves atleast till we find a way to our answers .. :)

    right?

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  2. That's your take my friend. The first step to enlightenment is asking questions. I'm not saying we should question everything in sight.. BUT atleast we could use our heads every now and then and simply THINK about everything that exists today and how it must've been in the past. What's life without curiosity? If no one would've ever asked questions we would all still be in a belief that the Earth was flat :)

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  3. wonderful .. and so true .. religion is the only CREATION that has grown bigger than its creator

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