Selective Amnesia

Why am I an atheist

As some of you reading me know, I was in Hyderabad till recently. Fair city, and not like the cities I’ve been in. Which might be a good thing. Or not. More likely, not. Well, when in Hyderabad I was living alone. Yes. All alone, with only the company of books. Me, in a room, with only books to cheer me and entertain. Can I ask for anything better. Blessed, that I am, once in a while, the mind gets a little cranky and longs for some human company. This usually happens after the fourth reading of Ayn Rand’s Anthem. On those days, I curse my own stupidity and financial crunch that forces me to stay alone in a strange city.

The heart yearns for the human touch. The soul lusts for a mate and the brain looks for intelligent conversation.

But no.
Not one Homo Sapien in sight or within telecommunication reach. Nor Homo erectus. Not even a Homo Sexual.

Pardon me while I digress from my main story here to throw up an observation based on experience, much like an aside. Being alone and cranky encourages your brain to come up with weird schemes for world domination

We’re back

As I was saying, I was absolutely down and feeling lonely, and wondering if I were the last human survivor of the purge, when my mobile phone goes “beep. beep. beep”. Well, what do you know. It’s an SMS. And I jump with joy. Here at last is proof of providence. Or even the intelligent designer. You finally believe your saffron clad grandmother might be right after all.

Your brain races against itself to find enough words to praise your friend in need and indeed. There, thank the good lord, is a good lord!

You open the inbox…

“Hi, Download superhit telugu and hindi songs as caller tunes. Just call 12323 and say Caller tunes. Charges Rs 6 per min.”

That friends, is the reason why I am an atheist