Tuesday, July 28, 2009

For God's Sake

I have been reading about the voilence in South India against christians, about the henious crimes that were committed against the minorites and what had started these in the first place. Though this is a huge issue, what I want to talk about right now is the conversion tactics employed by some missionaries.

I have always maintained that religion is a private, personal matter which should not be questioned. Even if someone bribes another to convert, it is not the worst crime committed. Afterall the conversion is eventually helping the converted soul, even if in the most crude, monetary way. Different religions are just different paths leading to the God.

So why this incessant need to see just ONE religion as the most prevailent one? Why do some Muslim fundamentalists go on a rampage to kill all non-Muslims, and christian missionaries stoop to new lows every day to convert non-suspecting, naive people? Why cant everybody happily co-exist? Well, this is a big question, maybe out of scope for me right now. I just want to share with you what I just read today about some tactics employed by christian missionaries to convert people.

Here I quote from a site :

"Terrorist Organizations (North-East India) – These relatively small armed tribal groups are eventually nurtured by Missionaries into violent and sadistic terrorist groups: On December 4th, 2000, Christians converts under the direction of Missionaries, desecrated an ashram (Hindu religious retreat) set up by murdered Hindu leader Shanti Kumar Tripura. . They desecrated Hindu idols and destroyed photos of the slain religious leader revered by both Hindu tribals and Bengalis. The Christian converts also raped two female devotees and brutally attacked two men who had come to the ashram for puja (religious rituals). The next day, Christian converts brutally desecrated another ashram at Jirania Khola and forced the inmates to stop all Hindu rituals and practices at gunpoint. A group of seven armed converted Christian terrorists barged into the ashram and threatened the 150 Hindus with dire consequences if they continued to perform Hindu rites at the ashram. The terrorists fled only after a large group of locals rushed to the ashram. Due to threats by violent Missionaries and their Christian converts, altogether 11 ashrams, schools and orphanages set up by the murdered Hindu leader in various parts of the state have been forcibly closed down by the Christian fundamentalist terrorist organization known as “National Liberation Front of Tripura” (NLFT). In early October the same Christian fundamentalists had issued a diktat ordering the indigenous tribal Hindus to stay away from Durga Puja celebrations (Hindu Festival) and warned that any tribal members seen taking part in the festival would be instantly killed. In its official public statement, the NLFT said it wanted all tribals in Tripura to become Christians. They also stated that salvation for Tripura lies only in Christianity and would eliminate anyone who dared to come in the way of their plans to forcibly convert all of Tripura to Christianity. NFLT is still an active and powerful terrorist organization that operates in Northeast India. They have converted many Hindus and tribals forcibly at gunpoint, and are involved in rapes, and assassinations. They continue to receive arms as well as moral and financial support from Western Christian organizations and Missionaries. "

"Manhunts (South America) - Another method, aptly called "manhunt", involves the missionaries going out, sometimes in motorized vehicles, hunting for natives to integrate them into reservations set up for missionary work. The New Tribes Mission (NTM), for instance, went on such a manhunt in Paraguay. Five missionized natives were killed in one such manhunt. Those unconverted natives were taken to the NTM camp in Campo Loro. Within a short while, according to Survival International, all had died of new diseases they had no immunity to. Stung by criticism, the best reply the NTM 's Director in Paraguay could muster was: "We don't go after people anymore. We just provide transport." In another such "manhunt" in 1979, also in Paraguay, one of the frightened natives fell down from a tree and broke her leg. (Her right breast had already been shot off by a previous encounter with the missionaries.) She was compelled, with her broken leg, to walk back to the mission camp. She subsequently died. "

"Genocide (Brazil) – There are many accounts of genocide committed by Missionaries but they rarely reported in Christian media because of the perverse nature of the crime and because they are usually committed against remote tribals. One of the most horrific massacres was of Brazilian tribals by the grossly misnamed Indian Protection Service, which Christian Missionaries supported and often assisted in killings. In just a few years, the following tribes population was reduced due to Missionary genocide: • Munducurus tribe: reduced from 19,000 to 1,200 • Guaranis tribe: reduced from 5,000 to 200 • Cajaras tribe: from 4,000 to 400 • Cintas Largas: from 10,000 to 500 • Tapaiunas: completely extirpated • Other tribes were reduced to only a few (one or two!) individuals and some by only a single family. The Missionaries employed some of the following methods in their killings: • The Cintas Largas were attacked by dropping dynamites from airplanes. • The Maxacalis were given alcohol and then shot down when they became drunk. • The Nhambiquera were killed in huge numbers by machine gun fire. • Two Patachos tribes were exterminated by giving the unsuspecting Indians smallpox injections. • Some of the Indians were murdered by presenting them with food laced with arsenic and formicides. • One missionary persuaded 600 Ticuna Indians that the end of the world is taking place and they will only be safe on a ranch. On that ranch the Indians were made slaves and tortured. • The Bororos tribe was banned from performing customary religious rites on the dead. Deprived of their cultural identity, the Bororos, instead of converting, committed suicide on by one, until the tribe was extinct. "

"Fake Medicines – One common tactic employed by Missionaries is to give a sick villager fake medicines which have no medicinal value and ask them to worship in the name of their faith for wellness. After several days, the missionary gives the villager an identical dose of the medicine, but this time it is the real medicine. Then the missionary will instruct the villager to now pray to Jesus. Soon after, due to the medicine and not due to Jesus, the villager will be cured. The uneducated and gullible villager, however, will attribute his cure to Jesus and convert to Christianity."

"In 1975, Christian Missionaries were unsuccessful in converting the Panare Native Americans of the Colorado Valley. The missionaries had converted the Bible to their native language, but the peaceful and simple tribe could not understand the concepts of sin, guilt, war and plagues. So instead, the missionaries changed the Bible so that instead of the Romans and others, the Panare were responsible for the death of Jesus. One excerpt read:
”The Panare killed Jesus Christ, because they were wicked. Let's kill Jesus Christ, said the Panare. The Panare seized Jesus Christ. The Panare killed in this way. The laid a cross on the ground. They fastened his hands and his feet against the wooden beams, with nails. They raised him straight up, nailed. The man died like that, nailed. Thus the Panare killed Jesus Christ…
God will burn you all, burn all the animals, burn also the earth, the heavens, absolutely everything. He will burn also the Panare themselves. God will exterminate the Panare by throwing them on the fire. It is a huge fire. I am going to hurl the Panare into the fire, said God.”
And the simplistic Panare tribe immediately claimed they loved Jesus, fearing they would be burnt by God. Missionaries seem to go to any extent to convert others, even if it requires gross deception and misrepresentation of their own holy book, the Bible will for the benefit of “winning souls”."

These are just a couple of examples of wat I was talking about. I might go on & on but these examples are easy to come by in google search if you want to read further. It is disturbing to know that these atrocities are still prevailant and not many people know about these. This, by the way, in no way means that christanity is bad in any way. I have a christian friend and it is a pure bliss to see him talking about Jesus. His face glows with love when he talks about God, about his hymns, his prayers. And I love him for all this. It is simply beautiful. But this is not the same religion that these missionaries I was talking about are preaching.

With rich organisations funding them, many schools prevailent to teach them underhand tactics to "spread christianity" and apparent lack of morals to stop them, these have always been a dangerous force. I am disturbed by the fact that I cant do much about it, except write here and spread the awareness. It is an open ended discussion, you are welcome to correct/help me.

I am quoting the lyrics of a song by Antardhvani here. Though they mention Allah and Ram, their meaning extends to all the religions in the world.

I'm sorry. I hope this doesnt count as plagiarism.

"Bole Allah
Bole Ram
Kiye tune kaise kamm
Lekar mera naam
Kiya tune mujhe badnaam
Mujhe badnaam......

Roti hui teri aankhe
Ukhadi hui teri saansein
Kehti hain tune
Diya hai daga

Jo tha rakshak
Ban gaya bhakshak
Kiye usne katle-aam
Lekar mera naam
Kiya usne
mujhe badnaam.....

Zindagi ki do raahein
ek hai jhooth
Dooja mera naam
koi bole mujhe Allah
koi bole Ram...

Gar jo tu chune......
Mera naam...
to na tu ise karna...
kabhie badnaam...
kabhie badnaam....

Main tum hun, tum main hun...
Gar mil jayein to hum hain..."

Friday, June 22, 2007


I wanted to write a story
But it turned ugly
I thought real hard
But I just couldn’t make it click
I believed in happy endings
But just cant seem to concoct one for now!!
Am I losing what I held so precious??
I don’t believe in my own smile any more
One after the other the pins start falling
And what gets me is that no one is even rolling!!
My NOT being tired scares me a bit
I wish I could just be…
“Why” is something I have taught myself not to ask
And I have taught myself not to mull
There is only a trudging on
Only a senseless, random flight
There is an “I don’t care” toss of head
And I go right at it again!!!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

wot els!?!

tis nt dat he duznt try
jst dat its a dogs wrld
n he duznt knw da rulez...
he fights lyk a man..
den tries 2 fite lyk a dog..
n gets so confuzd..
ends up lukin lyk a fool dat hez nt!!!

he duznt knw hw 2 giv up
a fytr he z,n dat he ll remain...
he gtz lickd mst f da tymz
bt he jst lickz hz woundz n gtz up again!!

caught hopelessly in dis web
of wud ve n cud ve beenz...
f selfrighteous rage n anger
n den again,f self hatred,f self loathin he feelz!!

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

rambling on....

ppl i need help...i ve jst discovered dat i ve dis infuriatin habbit of day dreamin rt in da middl of my semester xamz!!!!it started harmlessly enuf...durin da sessionals..i hd hd a bad break up..n i dint knw a word of da subjz in any case...so i ended up ponderin ovr da meanin of life durin dose peaceful hrz...it wz kinda...my time fo myself...but nw it hz becum a very real problem..ok granted..i hardly know anythin in da xamz evn nw..but i knw i cud atleast try attemptin more qz if i concentrated...
but oh dese thots n dreams...dey just wont stop!!!
n bout dese thots...at 1st dey wr jst ramblings...bout nature of life...hw unfair life wz...den hw FAIR life wz...den hw it wz ME whu cud make my life fair or unfair...m stickin by da last option z of nw...(like sum1 sed...til da camera changez!!!)now i want to mk more of my life...have had enuf of just freakin out n roamin arnd n chatterin away n meanin wel fo evry1 in da world...now(after da xamz!!!) i want 2 do sum quality work...help out in sum ngo...regular hrz...i know of a few...but its nt just dat..i wil take up sketchin again...i know i wz gud,but left it in da middl sumhow...ve 2 join CAT coachin...a comp course...shaily se guitar classes resume karni hain...oh wait...i ve 2 clean ma room 2!!!! :)
n i want 2 learn 2 say no!!!!!!i ve to stop tryin 2 b evrythin evry1 wants me 2 b...u know wot??i think i identify wid sumthin or da othr in evrybody!!!n so i try 2 fit in2 deir idea of me...killin my identity in da process...i go 2 much by wot certain ppl think of me...its not dat i dnt ve a mind of my own...just dat i dont share my mind dat easy...or i camouflage it,paint it a lil rosy,to suite da othr personz sensibilties...cant help it!!!i keep da real stuf 2 myself...da opinions...m nt judgemental by nature...i alwyz try 2 find sum rational reason fr wotevr sum1z duin...i strictly believ dat dere z no absolute evil...just ppl whu giv in easily 2 sum temptations n pleasures...nw i alwyz try 2 reason y dose temptations r imp 2 dese ppl...ok here i think v r digressin frm da topic...oh wait...dere wz no topic to start wid!!!!lol!!!
tomz a tuff xam!!!!so wil tel u wot new thots flitted by!!! ;)
luv al!!!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

m feelin fine!!!

ve to pick ma thots...
ve been runnin fr too long nw...
ve to face wotever it wz dat i fought..

pain wz a constant companion
but nw ve decided to smile
not jst smile thru d ruin dat wz my life..
but for a life where i thrive!!

lifez essentialy gud,ve discovered
d pain is real i know
but when it rules ur life n all ur thots,
its just self pity,dats vulgar n low!!!

i knw i ve yet to c a lot..
whn one's cryin,our own tears r all v cn c..
but i stand humbled now..
n a lot more matured i cn claim 2 b!!!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

fade to black

Life it seems,
will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this cant be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now hes gone

No one but me can save myself,
but its too late
Now I cant think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm,
now I will just say good-bye

Friday, September 01, 2006


i just died tonight
very quitely i died
my life didnt flash by my eyes
nothing was liberated..

unasked is still unasked
unanswered remains unanswered
i know i died tonight
coz nothing can ever be the same..

everything broke so quitely
a silent devil at work
time is still dragging by
y am i still keeping count???


i wish sleep came easy today
now i'm left with nothing on my bed
i'm left to wonder if the silence we endured
wasnt better than this void..

pl come back,pl tell me its all fine
pl hold me and dont let me speak..
dont let me confirm all the doubts
i wish u'd prove me wrong..

i cant wish u happiness without me
i hope u cant get me out
u told me u needed me
i cant imagine that u lied!

i m still waiting here
i wish sleep would come
because it pains,it pains a lot..
to wish for u to come..

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

this is my b'day gift frm lallan!!

i will give you a poem when u wake tommorow
it will be a peaceful poem
it wont make u sad
it wont make u msierable
it will simply be a poem to give you
when u wake tommorow

it was not written by myself alone
i cannot lay claim to it
i found it in your body
in your smile i found it
will u recognise it?

you will find it under your pillow
when you open the cupboard it will be there
you will blink in astonishment
shout out"how it trembles"
its nakedness is startling! how fresh it tastes

we will have it for the breakfast
on a table lit by loving
at a place resreved for wonder
we will give the world a kissing open
when u wake tommorow

we will offer it to the sad landlord out on the balcony
to the dreamers at the window
to the hand waving for no particular reason
we will offer it
and amazing and most remarkable thing
we will offer it to the whole human race
which walks in us
when we wake tommorow

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

i tried

i tried nd failed..
life didnt look bright...
i tried,i tried..

i knew d stakes were high..
i just couldnt c d end..
i percieved d thorny patches..
at d end of d tunnel,there was no light
but i tried,i tried..

d way looked promising
d wheather was nice..
it wasnt raining
and d sun wasnt too bright
thats why,i tried,i tried..

i saw a whole new world
a lot of truths and some lies
i saw behind all d facades
from where i stood at d great height
and so i m glad..i tried,i tried..

Thursday, July 27, 2006


had been left for dead..
vultures were flocking to me
i wanted u touch me to see if i still AM
..u held me for an eternal while!!!

my great fall had left me dazed..
everything broken and trampled on
i wanted u to help me stand
..u walked wth me that lonely mile!!!

d stage was set,my soul was warmed..
d frozen thoughts were finally drawn
i wanted u to wipe my tear
...nd u showed me how to smile!!!


aaj tumhara khayal nahi aaya..
muddaton se jis din ka intezaar tha
aaj wo din aa gaya
fir ye dil kyun bhar aaya?

hasi,jo gum si ho gayi thi
kyun uss hasi pe rona aa gaya?

socha tha ek din jeeloongi firse
fir aaj jeekar kyun maut ka khayal aa gaya?

naam to kafi gehra likha tha tumhara
in raaston pe,in raaton pe..
ye naya mukhota to nahi hai
to itni jaldi wo naam kaise khurad gaya?

khush to bohot hun aaj main..
par ye bekhudi ka khayal kyun aa gaya?
this one's lallan's creation..one of my fav.s...

jane kyun mukhauta laga nikalte ho bahar
aawaz-e-neeyat se baad mein pehchane to jaate ho
ab to taare bhi kam pad gaye hain aasmaan ke saare
har mulakat pe jo naya naam batate ho



d waves r crashing
d sound resounds
its painful fr d wave,
but its jst one in d crowd..

howls in pain..
it shrieks nd shouts..
d motion it cant stop
it jst cant turn around..

d rocks' all wet
for ages thts been its fate
slapped nd beaten
to b in d way of a gentle wave

d unlikely warriors
caught in an unwilling battle
d defeated though shattered
d victor not triumphant

and he says...
look how beautiful it all looks!!!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

when i ws a kid

.....i dont know how this one starts or ends..just found this scrap in an old file..must b atleast 10 yrs old..older probably..here goes..

...and be tomboyish all the more
my passions will increase
my loves multiply
but my freedom wont be sacrificed!!!
the thrill wont die!!!

thats how i c my future
quite different from yours,isnt it?
but thats d way it is!
not like my parents' or yours..
thats what i think now
i wish i will think the same
ten years henceforth.