Religious Conversion in India

In each of my articles I insist, "Who is the man to choose God? Has God given you the authority to add crowds in the name of God to religion or to congregations like political parties?" The majesty of God is not less that man can choose God's name or shape, but only God can choose man. You are destroying true unity, brotherhood and equality by dividing people by religion and even by caste as one religion for one person and one God for one caste.

Donations from the United States and Europe are not meant to be used to hold public meetings and accumulate assets in their own banks, unless they were/are sent to develop the poor in India. Some Hindus in India today convert themselves and earn foreign income like this. The son of a deceased pastor who was doing this as a family business in Tamil Nadu has taught this business to his next heir and owns crores of money, property and colleges. How many people are so far converted to Christianity by their family and by those pastors or preachers who earns money like this? The figure of the percentage of Christians in the Indian population shows how many have been converted to Christianity all over India after independence. But whether people change their minds or not, the pastors economic status improved a lot.  The real conversion is happening by faith and not by these people

The British who ruled India for more than 200 years could have turned India into a Christian country if they had thought. Today, more than 99% of employees of US based & Europe based Christian multinational companies in India and 99% Indians migrated for jobs from India to these Christian countries for jobs are Hindus. That too, those in high positions are Hindu Brahmins. Those religious discriminations that do not happen in those countries,  are taking place in India against the minority born citizens (Indians) in government jobs and in the employment of multinational corporations in India. Why, this situation persists in higher education as well. 

I ask those upper caste racists group who are really enjoying jobs & benefits from Christian Countries and Christian MNCs in India 

"If we are ricebags (cheaply criticized by the upper caste people as Jews or Christians or other minorities converted for ricebag) then why many of our financial or employment status are not improved. If a "ricebag" converts us to a religion, why your threat, your Govt policies and Govt benefits to upper caste cannot change us back to your religion.  If there is conversion happened other than faith or spiritual aspect, how many conversions are made so far in India and what is the percentage of Christians and Jews in india. Why we are still suffering as Christians or Jews if we are converted just for a "Ricebag".

For this purpose, applications are asked to indicate the religion of the minority. Which of these religions can be mentioned by non-religious theologians? The Christian or Muslim identity in name has put a lot of obstacles in many in their career life. And many times for any genuine claims,  laws and justice are bent against minorities but in favour of upper castes for the last 27 years(even in Christian multinationals).  Upper caste people of minority are denied to get EWS certificate as they are treated as a minority without any caste in Taluk office. Why should I not consider this to be an act that indirectly imposes Brahminism within the blanket of Hindutva?  

 

I would say that it is a sin of Christians and Muslims to convert others. But, what I have mentioned above is not only a great sin, it is an atrocity and a crime against mankind. It is even more cruel as ministers in governments and officials to do this. I am ashamed to say that it is happening in India. I hope this injustice does not exist in any other country. 

Discrimination in Unity

  

Everyone who is born as a citizen has a concern for a country. He has the right to condemn if anything goes wrong against him or society. Because he belongs to a minority religion, the Constitution does not give power to any individual group, community or institution to deny his birthright. It is a very painful thing in India as minority religion are portrayed as militants or anti-Indians if they protest for justice or justify their demands. Doing this is the few racist upper class among the vast majority of the people. If a person's name is Michael Johnson, if it is Mohammad Ibrahim, if it is Manmeet Singh, if he speaks out for his justice, he is branded by these few Hindu organizations as a Vatican extremist, an Islamic extremist, a Khalistan extremist. Immediately they threaten the minority Christians to go to Europe, America, Vatican, Israel and Muslims to Arab Countries. How do I become a second class citizen in my country of birth? Why should I be denied my rights and justice by the religious identity in my name? Since the government does not see this, these activities have been going very peak for some years. many times job opportunities are denied to religious minority people in the government jobs, and even the multinational corporations operating in India belonging to the United States and European countries by their hidden agenda.

In fact, I was born into Hindu culture, grew up a Christian and then converted to Judaism, and the one who prefers the prayer system of Islam. I like Sikhs and Jains very much. What religion am I now? I am Indian because I was born in India. Do I know any sign other than human?

If the identity of a religion in my name does not recognize me as a citizen, the Constitution of this country is just a book to read. Why should I, who was born a citizen by birth, be separated by religious identity? Why is justice denied to me? I feel this now in many ways. I can give many examples of this as a personal victim.
If I give a voice to the rights of the common people, if I give a voice to the environment, that right will be denied to me, I will be oppressed, because my name is either Christian name or Muslim name or Sikh name.

It is those very few upper castes in the majority of the population who think of oppressing many in India. If we oppose them they will unite the entire majority community for themselves in the name of religion. Governments will obey them. Laws will be passed as they wish.  India's secular concept is "Unity in diversity"  but now "Diversity in Unity"

and "Discrimination in Unity" are raising by these fringe groups

Lord is the Leader of my Poetry (Part - 7)

As for me and my household
We’ll serve only God the Lord
Who else is other than God
Mightier to rule above N’ World?
 
I will sing praises to the Lord
He won with His majesty hand           
Let the universe and nations wobble
He will come to rule the whole
 
My heart will never have fear
As the Lord is our defender
All that men who’re conniver
Will be fallen sunk into slander
 
A thousand enemies surround me
The dominant forces are vibrant one
Though they forced to slay life of me
The Lord will break N’ throw everyone
 
The Lord is my song and forte
He himself is my redemption
The Lord is the mightiest in battle
I’ll praise Him for preemption
 
Any weapon will not stand against us
Nor the enemies stood before us
As the Mighty God is before us
Those who hate us will go abyss
 
Mighty one is His right hand
It’ll scatter N’ destroy the foes
His most majestic right hand
Will rescind the enemy to toes
 
Fiery wrath of Him will burn
All the enemies like husk  
The unjust will stare torn
Seeing the disastrous dusk
 
Our enemies are pretentious
They want to eliminate us
They’re robbing by their intrigues
The right and justice for us
 
As if we’ll be nowhere to be found
They are chasing and hunting us
To snatch away all that we owned
They occupied everywhere fuss 
 
You, O’  Lord! Seeing those,
You’re keeping lasting patience
The traitors are daring pros,
Doing sins before Thy presence
 
Lord! Other than Thee for us
To help,  Is there any other God?
The Holy One unseen to us is
Truthful N’ glorious in all period?
 
Fearful and the doer of great deeds
All those who rule will obey to Thee
You’ll salvage the oppressed breeds
You’ll set them in right place in glee
 
You’ll go before us and lead us
You’ll give us everlasting right
Our enemies will be like a dust
Scattered in front of Thy might
 
You’ll bring and plant us on the
Holy abode of your inheritance
You’ll set us in the temple of Thee
You’ll give us the land promised

It's a right time to repent or never (Thought for the day)

Oneman was being held in criminal custody as an accused in a case in court. The judge also came to his seat and had a look on the convicted standing in the cage.

The man was imprisoned several times by the same judge for various offenses and came out again and again and continued to commit crimes several times. This time the judge was extremely frustrated.  The man kept making mistakes over and over again when the judge thought he would change if he would be punished. The judge, stunned not knowing what to do then, told police to admit him in court on the next day and began to look into other cases. He was driving home from court after work. On the way, a mother was crying with her son who had died of cancer at the entrance of a hospital. Her cry broke the judge's heart. He got out of his car and comforted her and helped he could do to her. Then, he entered into the hospital. Many boys there were struggling for their lives with cancer. Many of these boys are orphans without parents. The judge wanted to do something.

The next day the usual offender was brought before the judge. He read his verdict to that offender. The offender was ordered to stay in the hospital for a month to serve for those boys who were fighting with death there. The offender also began his work at that hospital under police surveillance. Each of the boys fell in love with him. The pain the boys were going through caused him an annoyance. It was a new experience for him. The man began to take good care of themselves. A week later, one of the boys he had cared died. This affected him mentally and gave depression. He was tormented and broken  He spent his whole day and night with them, thinking that not even a single boy would die hereafter.

This is how we make sins until we see the pain, suffering, sickness, and suffering of others. God will also forgive us mercifully. If we think that trouble is for us we will not make any mistake against God against man.

Please look at this period. It is a time of repentance. If we miss, we will be targeted too. Don't take it lightly either. A severe warning is before us

Please read Genesis chapters 6,7,18,19 and Jonah chapters 1,2,3,4 and change your mind. God is merciful but at the same time HE loves Justice. Do not forget that HE will not tolerate excessive sins and transgressions.

A Prayer for God’s People (Sirach 36)

 Have mercy upon us, O God[a] of all,

2     and put all the nations in fear of you.
3 Lift up your hand against foreign nations (unjust nation)
    and let them see your might.
4 As you have used us to show your holiness to them,
    so use them to show your glory to us.
5 Then they will know,[b] as we have known,
    that there is no God but you, O Lord.
6 Give new signs, and work other wonders;
7     make your hand and right arm glorious.
8 Rouse your anger and pour out your wrath;
9     destroy the adversary and wipe out the enemy.
10 Hasten the day, and remember the appointed time,[c]
    and let people recount your mighty deeds.
11 Let survivors be consumed in the fiery wrath,
    and may those who harm your people meet destruction.
12 Crush the heads of hostile rulers
    who say, “There is no one but ourselves.”
13 Gather all the tribes of Jacob,[d]
16     and give them their inheritance, as at the beginning.
17 Have mercy, O Lord, on the people called by your name,
    on Israel, whom you have named[e] your firstborn,
18 Have pity on the city of your sanctuary,[f]
    Jerusalem, the place of your dwelling.[g]
19 Fill Zion with your majesty,[h]
    and your temple[i] with your glory.
20 Bear witness to those whom you created in the beginning,
    and fulfill the prophecies spoken in your name.
21 Reward those who wait for you
    and let your prophets be found trustworthy.
22 Hear, O Lord, the prayer of your servants, according to your goodwill toward[j] your people,
and all who are on the earth will know
    that you are the Lord, the God of the ages.

Send your Sword of Justice! O' Lord - A cry from an Indian

Lord! God of Israel, Break your silence

Against the injustice that prevails here
Until you throw the sword of reliance  
I will bother you recurrently to hear
 
Justice is for one caste and on religion
Laws and verdicts become unjust
Aborigines here in the name of religion
Are oppressed N’ suppressed bust.
 
Whose Nation is this to claim as own?
To whom will we become slavers?
Look at this against people you own
Conspiratorial discrimination of devious
 
In this motherland, you’ve set
Us by birth, we are suffered murk
Not to get our real justice N’ right
Discrimination is in justice N’ work
 
The goons who dominate by caste
Oppressing others now by conspiracy
Are thinking to oppress us by haste
Working busy to defeat our legacy
 
They dominate all the government
And they rule the foreign corporations
The caste minority wants to torment
Religious minority in jobs N’ educations  
 
Doing a lot of scams N’ manipulation
They plan to destroy your people  
They speak delicately with population
Trying to push them from steeple
 
They are more venomous than serpent
They attack others behind the outback
Without stretching the arrow to front
They quietly stab the sword in the back.

They are too ungrateful to destroy those

Who lifted up and help them in status

They plot against the people of you 

Getting the benefits from them too.

 
Until you’ll come to fight defending us   
We’ll not afraid of anything or anyone
We’ll rise up when they try to oppress
We’ll raise our voices up to the heaven
 
Only to the God of Israel, we fear  
Obedience belongs to the Almighty
For us, You are always the shelter
You’ll smash and throw all treachery! 
 
Rush to us Lord! On behalf of us,
Fight against the useless dodgers.
Those dissolving people must
See your hands’ mighty deeds.

Prayer for Abrahamic People

Shalom Aleichem, Shalom Aleichem!
Salaam Alaikum, Salaam Alaikum!
Peace be upon you, Peace be upon you!
O’ The generations of Abraham!
 
May the Lord shine upon you!
May the Lord give you peace!
May the Lord unify you all!
May the Lord make you cherish!
 
HE’ll scatter all our enemies
HE’ll destroy all the plots against us
HE is our only savior and we are HIS people
HE is our father and HE’ll guide us
 
All rulers will come together with
All the generations of Abraham
To praise the Lord and HIS holy name
To thank HIM for HIS mighty deeds
 
O’ our Lord, the Heavenly King
The gracious and merciful God
Let all your people be united
From one end to the another
 
El Elyon, Al Aliyy – The Most High
El Shaddai, Al Aziz   - The Almighty
Av Harachamim, Ar Raheem – The merciful Father
YHWH Yireh, Al Razzaaq   -   The provider
Melech HaMelachim, Malik Al-Mulk  - The King of Kings
Hashem El Olam, Al Baaqi   -  The everlasting God
El Bore, Al Bari   -   The Creator & Maker
HaKadosh, Barukh Hu, tabarak alquduws -  Blessed is the Holy One
El Roi,  Al Baseer  -  The God seeing
HaRachaman, Rahman  -  The beneficent, The Compassionate
Oseh Shalom, As-Salaam -  The maker or source of Peace
El ha-Gibbor, Allah jabbar -  God the Strong
Ishmael,  As-Samee  -   God hears / God listens
Ribono shel'Olam, Rabb al-‘Alamin – Master of the World
Mechayeh HaKol, al-Muhyi al-Kull -  Life giver to All
Aleim / Elohim, Al-'Aleem -  The All knowing

Praising Poetry in Alphabetical Order

Almighty God,   Our heavenly Father!
Blessing we are Thy holy name together
Created by Thee we are Thy workings
Dedicated our songs to the praisings
Earnestly with our whole mind N’ soul
Faith and love in Thee we all console
Grace is we receive from Thee to survive
Holiness in Thy words makes us revived  
Inspired is my heart to delight in Thee
Jubilant minds will praise you in glee
Kindness N’ justice are your swords
Love and mercy are in your words
Miracles of your deeds we can see
Nature is one of them we use free
Obedient we must be to Thy decrees
Patient N’ peace in heart we please  
Quiet mind is what we seek from you
Reform us, our minds in life through
Save us from all the evils and tempter
Tolerate us when our sins tempted
Unify the World without divisions
Vindicate the poor with provisions
Wealth all those need to be shared wide
Xenas is what the meek need to bide
Yearning minds N’ bellies are to be filled
Zealous minds to praise you is to be gild

Why are you still silent? O' Lord (English Poetry)

Why are you still silent?
Lord! Lord of my living!
Of the captive servant,
Don’t you know the striving?
 
Why did you abandon me?
Why did you make me mourning?
That I am with nothing in me,
Knowing, You left me yearning.
 
How many days are for me too
To be struggling within me?
Why did You throw me to shoo,
When I think always Thee?
 
I’ve waited,  my eyes stealth.
That You will help me in time.
And there are flaws in health,
I sobbed and cried all the time.
 
When obstacles come by men,
When I am mourning alone,
Answers will be from the Heaven
Rushing for I waited in groan.
 
You have made my heart troubled.
You allowed crooks to trample me.
How long will You allow to crumble,
My heart that is already in spree?
 
Me in front of the adversary
You make a mockery of it.
Me on the plan of conspiracy
You’ve leave me fallen slid.
 
Even if I beg crying N’ screaming
Didn't it reach to Your ears?
The disturbed intellect is seeming
Have you left me to shed tears?
 
Where is your God?  Enemies ask
When I was hurt by their speech,
Somewhere You leave me in husk 
Did you go distance not to reach?
 
In each and every day that dawn
Won’t it come to me in swiftness?
How long I need waiting to fawn?
Why do You keep this quietness? 
 
Tired of struggling N’ boggling
Indeed, I lost all my patience;
The weary mind is also juggling;
My tongue speaks in frustration.
 
What is the reason to hate me?
In what way I troubled you?
All previous sins done by me,
Are the causes for you to slew?
 
As I fight for right and justice,
Why do you refuse to support?
Before those who kill justice 
Why you have let me distort?
 
Who in the world do I have?
Begging for help is only to you.
My mind that is being wave,
Will you not still discern to boo.
 
Those who extort rights are aside,
Those who extort stuffs are aside,
Those who do derision are beside,
Those who scorn me are beside.
 
I too scream in the morning;
Your answer that I’m missing;
I begged crying in the evening;
The mind did not get blessing.
 
I'm just a dust before Thee;
For you I am not a matter;
To end living in this life free,
Too me, Why do you batter?
 
I’m not a human but a worm!
I’m a subject of wild contempt.
I’m subject to disdain unfirm.
I was below the cheap content.
 
“He trusted in the Lord, See!
May HE too redeem him” said
Those all who see, about me
Don’t you hear the jinx of dead?
 
The one who kept me in the womb!
The one who brought me out in time!
Even before I formed in the womb,
You are the one who wrote my name!

When I was shedding tears even,

When worry was crushing my mind,

The Help for me from the Heaven 

In a hurry was in those days I find.

The intimacy that existed before

From You for me your servant,

Whether it is with me still more?

The troubled heart asks urgent.

Going to distance leaving me

Do not give up me in longing!

In the danger surrounding me

What can I do alone hanging?

Lions many surround me around,

To pounce rapidly N’ to tear me.

A leash of howling foxes hound

For their prey to jump upon me.

I lost trying by trying 

The results are the naught.

All that by my studying

Is going to be useless by plot.

I became like spilled water.

My mind and body are distorted.

I was crushed like tatter

My bones all that are shattered 

The heart too is like wax

I found myself slowly dying.

Like an eagle to hunt my lax,

I see the deceivers are trying.

My strength is dried as a shell.

My tongue too is sticky above.

In the dust of the ditch itself 

You too put me as to shove. 

The plot of many conspirators

Are to slice my mind as a sieve

Atrocity of bureaucracy powers

Are rising unjustly what I relive.

As my heart is broken in pain,

As my bones melt in hotness,

Enemy who gave me the pain,

Stares rudely in my shortness.

My labor was exploited.

My blood was sucked.

All benefits of I sweated 

They shared of plucked. 

Don't leave me O’ Lord!

You are my only forte!

Upon me rushing toward,

Stand for my support.

Lord! Come to support me;

I’m discouraged and deserter;

Arrows are pointing to me;

I beg You to save me better.

In front of me standing as fort

You’ll come to fight for me!

Golden words of Your mouth

I’ll proclaim to all who see.

The meanness of the poor

Is not trivial to You indeed

You’ll come to support sure

To the call of poor, You’ll not hide

The praising of Your servant

Will come from You the Lord 

May Your servants sing chant 

Those who fear to You will chord.

O' Lord! Grant me a content mind. (English poetry)

Why did I create them within me?
In my life, how many Meribah are!
Despite the benefits I could see,
I habitually murmured to the Lord.
 
That anything good is for me
That any days are optimal else
When The Almighty knows only
I also lamented in hopeless.
 
Stone carved not won’t be a figurine!
Lands uncultivated won’t be prospered!
Tumor squeezed not won’t cure in!
The clay knead not won’t be crockery!
 
I am the one who lament for short
If I think with a gratified heart,
Where God has kept me in short,
The reality is that I have a lot.
 
I cried of pains and tribulation
I screamed of ineffable dejection
Through me to create jubilation
The Lord gives me inspiration!
 
My heart was tired of subservience,
By the sight of the fame of wealthy.
My mind will satisfy in existence,
Seeing the lowliness of the scanty.
 
I screamed telling the pains,
When strength diminishes in me.
The mind in agony N’ strains,
“Am I a scapegoat? “ asked me.
 
Indeed, You give strength to wear
You gave me polish and beauty.
Like pure gold tested in the fire,
You’ll purify me cleansing dirty.
 
My mind was seeking for better
Forget that the Lord is the superior
I wanted brook of milk than bitter
But, You O’ Lord protect me as barrier
 
I ran in search of recognition.
I lay buried in dust of ferocity.
You have been my protection
Not to create fame but novelty   
 
I rambled for the status N’ proud
I was looking for many degrees
Without the support of the Lord
Nothing can help me to be ease.
 
For me on seeking Your grace
Peace of mind is got day to day
In search of wealth, in the race
I growas jealous and greedy.
 
Let me ask you something!
Do not deny that to me fluff.
You’ll do it today happening!
A sweet content mind is enough.
 
Without that duality in mind
Hereafter,  a longer in fulfillment
Within me I want a single mind
I ask this with congruent thought. 

The bad postman (Short Story)

This is a story I read in a book in my childhood:

A poor man languished in poverty. He was standing on the road not knowing the way to ask anyone without even a way to eat. A congregation servant was passing by, distributing the Bible for free. The missionary person handed over the Bible to the poor man for free. After he left, the poor man said, "It would have been nice to have given money instead of giving this." he regretted. Then he came home and flipped through the Bible. On one page it is written "Ask; it will be given to you."  He took the fifteen paise coins he had and went to a post office nearby and bought a postcard. He addressed to "God, Heaven."  and wrote "God! I am very much suffering due to poverty and I have nothing to eat also. if you send me Rupees 100, I will survive with that for lifelong.". He put the postcard in the mailbox and left. The postal officer who saw the address gave it to the postman in that area and asked him man to return the postcard to the poorman. The postman's heart was melted as he read. He had pity on the poor and wanted to help as much as he can. Together with the little money he had and the money he had collected from others, a total of 75 Rupees was added. The postman also accepted the fees to send the money and gave the poor man 75 rupees saying that the money had come from God. The heart of the poor who has bought was happy but a sadness on his face. Again a postcard came from the poor man to the post office with the address, "God, Heaven." It said, "God! You sent me money after seeing my letter. Thank you very much. But out of the hundred rupees you sent, this bad postman in our area took 25 rupees and gave me only 75 Rupees. So, Send me Rupees 50 immediately for my remaining Rupees 25 and Rupees 25 the postman will take it for him." The postman who read this letter was shocked and fainted.

Our prayers are like this many times.