By Making things happen :) (17 Mar 2008)
When swords are drawn to taste blood in the name of religion, knives are shrapened to rip apart the souls from the flesh with slightest of provocations, not for a moment anyone would think that we all came from ONE source. Religions are just different instances of a parent object — with shapes tweaked, colors changed, behaviors modified. Yet, in reality, the true secularism has always found extremists blocking the road of progress.
Pandit Chaturvedi, the most revered Hindu priest of Benaras, India, has always been a picture perfect symbol of Hinduism, treading along the traditional lines of religion. Despite his impeccable knowledge in Vaidic traits, never did he question his inner soul when it came to religion and its dictates. But a toddler, whom he incidentally adopts, would shake his beliefs when he realized that the godsent tiny soul he fell in love with is not a Brahmin boy as he was told by his wife so that she can adopt the boy, but a Muslim child who was abandoned by the mother. Shaken and raged, he heartlessly returns the son to his biological mother, and goes on performing every rituals to cleanse his body. mind and soul; but only to fail. Pandit’s life starts falling apart between love and his religion, where the later has had always the priority.
Amidst a communal flare and signs of brutality everywhere, Pandit Chaturvedi finally realizes that his understanding of religion was never right; the true duty of a religion is to love and be loved: unbiased. He dared the fanatics by embracing his beloved Karthikeya, the son he abandoned because of his religion.