Religion is one of man's most insidious inventions.It comes up with a ready set of postulates that we are all supposed to blindly follow. Religion paralyzes some of our most important attributes: thinking independently, questioning and inferring logically. How can the modern man remain so mum about this fallacious institution? For once, let us be iconoclasts. Let faith be the exclusive domain of every man who invents it. Let is be personalized and customized by our concience.
I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still