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Path To Belief

Two days ago, I ran an experiment. 24 hrs. with no gadgets and by  that I mean my phone, Nook & laptop. Not my idea of a grand old time but still, in the name of science and my mother I forged ahead. Now what could I do to fill those 24 hours? In a house where the average age is about 55, my options where pretty limited an anyone can imagine.
As part of Operation Rehabilitate Shilpa, my grandmother and her daughter took me to the temple first thing in the morning. Cue the usual rigmarole Hindus do in temples and hours (well more like 30 minutes but it sure felt like hours to me) later we were on our way home again. An ordeal but I managed to pull through, without  murmur. 

Later that afternoon, the following conversation happened between my mother and me:
Mom: I don’t like what you did in the temple.
Shilpa: What did I do? Only everything you told me.
Mom: (& I quote) But that’s not enough. You can’t just go through the motions. You have to love God and believe in Him. Being a girl means having certain qualities and believing in God is one of them, so get started on it and become a girl. Unquote.
Well color me confused! It’s not enough that I’ve kept my own beliefs aside for a morning and followed you to the temple, where you most likely prayed to get rid of me as soon as possible, and did everything I was asked to, but I’ve to also believe in your beliefs!! Mrs.Bennet can’t hold a candle to my mother when it comes to marrying off her daughters.

What’s worse, being in India I can’t even get myself to a therapist. Guess this blog’s got to do the job for now. Any ideas on how I can become a girl? Maybe a 10 point program similar to AA would help me check all the points listed here

Helpful hints on how to turn an ardent fan of Einstein, Russell & Dawkins into an equally ardent believer in God are always welcome in the comments. Best I’ve got is Fake it till I’ve Made it!

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  1. A therapist?! Girl, you are spoilt kid! What are friends for?

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