Good morning, God!

'God...' An ambiguous term. A word nobody fully comprehends but a feeling most of us relate to. A higher power, a source of strength, a belief or a ray of hope...
"What or rather who is God?" was a question darted at me with such ferocity that it shook me from my ' half opened eye sleeping mode'. My drooping eyes, painfully asked me to shut it's lids and go back to my initial state of dreaming. Observing patterns of different facial muscles contracting and relaxing to form those complicated words during speech in humans has always been my fascinating hobby. It is an efficient way to switch off while discussing about topics that require deeper understanding of life.

My understanding of God is very simple and convinient . A higher power that has a positive effect on everything we do in life. To think beyond this understanding is a luxury I might not entertain considering my 'Happy go lucky attitude...'

When this question was directed at my half working brain, my instant reaction was one of 'surprise' at being asked one such question, for the possibility of a sensible answer to such a query from me, at any point of time, was practically next to impossible. I hastily replied like a parrot who had memorized it's lines to the letter, "God is everywhere, we can neither see nor hear God's presence, only believe in the power."
My sister turned towards me, perplexed, trying to search for the suddenly enlightened soul in me. I winked, trying to act smart. Little did I know that it would come back to bite me.

"How can you believe in something you cannot see or hear?" was the next bullet fired with such intensity that it almost bore a hole in the wall behind me. People who, supposedly,believe in science and only set foot on the temple steps on the days of their examination results to beg for marks, have a pattern of questioning. This template was clearly evident in my questioner.
My brain, begging me for permission to shut down, couldn't think of an instant reaction to dodge this bullet. I stared at him impassively trying hard to come up with an eccentric answer that would force this idiosyncratic irritant break his head over the implications of my answer.

My handicap at coming up with one such rejoinder, forced me to revert to the age old style of answering such questions. "Have you ever been to Antartica?" I asked with a loud voice trying to bury his under the bass of mine. "Nope" came the meek reply. "Still, you believe that one such place exists right...Can you see the air? Still you breathe air right... It's a matter of one's belief. You can't question them" I said wondering about the cliche line I had used in my attempt to subdue my questioner. I scooted soon after to avoid any rebounds that would follow.

Unfortunately my brain had woken up completely by this point and was hooked up to this question, " Why do we believe in something we can't even see?" Damn him.
By now I had realised that the deeper I dive into this topic, the more entangled and confused I would end up. Hence, a superficial understanding of God was the best way to deal with the dilemma revolving around this unseen power.

Unwilling to set any task to my lazy brain, especially in this highly subjective regard, I approached a friend of mine with the same questions I was bombarded with. She said, "God is a belief you want to lay your trust in only once you experience and learn to appreciate his support. Well, I'm a theist. I can't force anyone to believe in God. For me, any person performing a good deed is enough to conclude the presence of God implicated in the goodness in the person. It is a completely personal take though." Another friend of mine took it a step further by explaining to me the belief system and comparing God to a ray of hope in despair. She said, " A belief that cannot be shaken despite facing the harshest of tests is the pole star that sums up God..."

Unknowingly, I had voluntarily jumped into a quicksand and was desperately trying to stay afloat. My mask of understanding was cracking with each view. I had begun to regret the decision to find an answer to this polytheistic question. With the last ray of hope fading away at a distance, I decided to approach someone older than me in search of an answer.

Unfortunately, the first bunch of older people I met on that fateful day were my cousins. One of my cousins barged in even before I could complete my question accusing me of spending a lot of time around atheists who were corrupting my mind while another was hellbent on convincing me with explanations, including excerpts from religious texts, to retain my faith.

Gladly by this time, my inbuilt talent of dreaming had skillfully squeezed its way through all the constantly nagging questions pressurizing my cranial neurons to work overtime. I had started observing the patterns of the facial muscles again. I was back to my ' half opened eye sleeping mode' once again.