where is God?

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Growing up in a traditional Indian middle class family, I got to know the same stuff as most of you know and the things that have now so deeply rooted in our thinking that now we don’t even see a scope of questioning them. No, I am not talking about superstition or misunderstanding something, I am talking about our inability to see the seeds when they were being sown (by our parents and society) and the black ribbon around our eyes that disallows us to see the tree that’s standing tall in front of us today.
I remember how my parents would talk to some of our guests cordially and as soon as the guests would leave, they would look so relieved. Yes, it’s a torture to laugh at jokes you don’t like. It’s a torture to throw smiling faces at your guests whose presence disturbs you. It’s a torture to know that the studies of your kids are being affected by the frequent guests, after all, the competition outside is tough. Were they like this when they were kids? Was there no time in their lives when they really used to laugh with their hearts? Were they always to speculative and afraid of the outside world? I don’t think so. I feel something changed them with time. In fact time changed them. Time changed their lives. People rightly say, “Life keeps changes with time”. Well, they changed their lives to make sure ours’ become good. What I question today is that, “what exactly, do they mean by GOOD LIFE?” Now, you must be wondering, why I have now moved away from the topic, why this digression? Well, my friend, believe me the whole story revolves around this question.
Let’s just ask ourselves today and try to get the answer of this very simple question: “ Are we a part of any one single relationship that is not standing on the word “requirement” ?“. Where there’s a need, there’s a relationship. This is the point where relationship comes in, this the point where it takes a leave. Relationship! Big word, isn’t it?
When we were young we were blind to these “seemingly" simple facts of today. We used to observe the smallest beauty of nature closely. I remember how I would observe the ants moving here and there for hours. I used to feel bad about a dead insect and feel the pain of its siblings. But then I grew up. Time changed my life. Now, I know the reality. An insect does not deserve so much observation now. And now we use the word insect as a synonym for small, less important. But dear friend, you were the kid related to this creature few years back-unconditionally. You saw God without any extra effort in the smallest beauties of nature. For you the rainbow was the glimpse of the almighty, the moving ant was the testimony of his omnipresence. You didn’t need a spiritual guru or a holy book to make you believe that there was some God somewhere. You were so pure hearted that you could see everything so clearly then. Oh yes, “pure heart” is the point where the whole discussion is pointing to. Look, your mind and heart have now gradually lost the purity. We lost it together. But if it’s lost then where did it go? Yes, the purity of soul, where is it? The answer lies in another question-“ Is it worth searching for it? Is there a need of purity here?”
Well, the whole idea about writing this piece of poor literature was to just find people who think like me or have the answers to the questions and are standing on the other side of this river of confusion. I don’t know, if I was very articulate or not in keeping my point in front of you, but I know one thing for sure, and that is, there’s no other side of this river.