For 12 years I was in school run by Their Holiness The Shankaracharyas of Kanchi Kamakoti Peetham. In those 12 years, I got to meet all the 3 of them; In those 12 years, I recited more slokas than bible verses; But in all those 12 years, and the 2 decades that followed, my forefathers religious choice didn’t to matter to any of them around me. But today, why does my heart feel it’s different.
My family grave is in a placed called Kadaperi (near Tambaram). On the right side of that Catholic graveyard lies a Muslim burial ground & on the left lie a Hindu crematorium & a Protestant graveyard next to each other. That 400 meter stretch truly signifies India – a country where it never mattered if you believed in Mohammed, Mary or Mariyamman. It’s a country where a Sikh, a Muslim & a Catholic could become premiers of the state.
What has suddenly changed now? I don’t know, maybe I am just too naïve to understand the mind of the connivers. But I am unjust disappointed that I cannot teach my daughter that “Freedom of religion in India is a fundamental right guaranteed by the country’s constitution” anymore.
In god’s name, don’t let them change the real you, into one of them.