Haresh Daswani was born on August 27, 1981, in the Philippines. He is of a Sindhi lineage (from the Sindh province, now part of Pakistan) with his father born in India, and his mother in Singapore. An entrepreneur since college, Haresh spends his leisure time either writing short stories and poetries, drawing abstract art, or discussing Philosophy and business with his friends. He also dreams to have his works published, recognized, and appreciated. You can reach Haresh at firstname.lastname@example.org Visit his Facebook page for the Evolution of Insanity Book or go directly to Amazon!
God's power rests in the weakness of men, in their blind belief and ignorance. Once man realizes his potential, understands that all resides in evidence, and life is on enlightenmentl; will be the demise and end of the god and his agents as we all know them.
God has always used wars to prove his point, but one does not kill god with wars, one kills god with enlightenment. One kills god with realization of his very real character and power. The concept of god as we all know, the creator, the mass murderer, and overall terrible guy has to be brought forth and revealed if we want people to realize what world we can live in without the existence of god.
Once god is eliminated from the equation, the usual scenario brought up is "what world will we live in if no one believes in god?". I pretty much would have to say "a better one".
The smile in the faces of children, the blossoming flowers, and the first morning rays of the sun is eternal proof that Satan really loves us and the world.
All it was is poetry, and I should know, I would write a lot of poetry and focus on imagery and the effect of each word to the reader.
This also has to say that my writing style has been different, very different, because I write in a poetic sort, with more focus on how the word would stir emotions rather than conform to proper basic grammar and structure. Poetry sinks in a part of the brain that controls emotions.
We now stand face to face with arguments between which is the right government, we stand to argue on which is the right religion, or sit over coffee and discuss another celebrity scandal that we should not really care.
We judge, we compare, we argue, and we get stressed. We cry, and in the end, in all the remaining parts of our life, we cannot seem to find bliss. We stick to the need to have the most premium material goods, to believe that respect comes from being a materialist, from power, from association, from everything around us.
And as we push forward with these belief, what have have created is someone else that is respected, but what is respected is not us.
How can we ever be respected if we do not value ourselves? How can we find value in ourselves when we have to externalize our value through objects and tyranny? We are indeed the most valuable assets in the evolution of the universe, or to point at the very least, the entire universe, and yet we have discounted ourselves heavily by being deceived to believe that it is something else that gives us value and not us. Invariably, we truly see ourselves as the body and not the soul.
If, to please God, you have to kill a human being, forget pleasing God. One should realize that the ultimate value of humanity lies in seeing their unity with you, and everyone being part and parcel of the infinite.
The most compelling value we have is our natural inclination to seek our purpose to serve humanity not for our self but for the greater good, and this greater good is indeed beautiful, pure, and the causality of bliss.
One need not limit to the finite, and further limit and divide for the sake of the dictates of a society who knows less, and are inclined to follow through blind faith like lemmings off a cliff.
Society knows less, and, through the wrong dictates of false models are molded towards devolution of thoughts and complete contentment on what is.
I have recently been dared to post what I think of Religion and make a big fuss out of it. I thus posted that I would rather be the devil than worship the God in an organized religion. It was liked quite well, surprisingly, while it did hit a few nerves with people who are part of an organized religion, especially those who believe in hell.
Religion has, for the longest time, found that the way to keep its followers faithful was through fear of going to hell. Hell was something intense and painful, and you'd be burning there forever. The use of hell has ensured the religious leader that he can do what he wish, being "God's" messenger, and people have to obey and never question, for one who doubts God's chosen messenger will also go to hell. Now, we'd rather believe and follow God than be punished, regardless of what he is doing and the justice behind his actions.
It is my last 6 months before I hit the big 3 0 and my mirror everyday shows signs of urgency. The white hairs multiply like rabbits and evening parties tend to be more exhausting. Life, as we speed up, slows us down.
If I were to look back on the last 29 years and 6 months, all I could say is that there is no such thing as an early time to make the most out of things. I have had adventures I never expected to have, and have had stories for which all I can do is laugh.
And yet life is fast paced, looking back and seeing how far it has been since I have graduated college, which did not feel long ago, has made me realize just how far I have gone now, and when we get to the intricate details and the workloads and the travel to and fro, it is the random situations that puts color in dreams and memories.