Finding My Religion


I spotted this on the Mains and Crosses blog awhile ago. I must stop to explain why I picked up this picture and decided to even write a post about it. I am not religious; haven’t been for many years now.

My school was a century-old institution that belonged the church that it faced. A village had sprung up around the church, decades ago and many of those houses still dot the landscape. To this day, that area is called ‘The village’ and the church is its most prominent landmark, with my school coming up a close next.

Between the school building and the church was a graveyard, always locked away. I entered it once, 7 years after I had left school. I was part of the procession for the funeral of a 21-year-old girl who had died in an accident on her way to her first day at work. She had been my classmate. Many years earlier, I had stood next to her at that very gate and she pointed to one headstone and said,

That’s my dad over there.

She was buried not far from him.

I remember the church as an imposing structure with a steeple and a huge bell on the top. It was reconstructed a couple of years before I left school to a spanking new design. But somehow it never recaptured the grandeur of the old church. Outside the church, a vast courtyard was laid out in neat tiles and slabs of marble here and there. As a child, I’d imagine that they were the graves of people who died before the graveyard was built and I always felt uneasy walking over them so I’d stick to the paths in between.

And ever so often, I’d turn back and look at the school building where I spent the better part of twelve years of my life. A few feet to the left of the church doorway, a statue stood, erected on a high podium and surrounded by a locked enclosure. In my six-year-old eyes, he seemed to tower up into the sky, long hair cascading over his shoulders, one hand on his heart and his eyes watching with a mixture of deep comprehension and gentle compassion. Even as a confused kid with no means to articulate the tangles in my mind, I felt understood.

All these years later, I find that same undefinable something reaching across to me that spoke to my soul before the words came in and decayed all faith. An idea of beauty is truly a joy forever until it is burdened by the weight of human foibles.

It was also remarkable to note the title of the post on the blog – St.John’s Road. It’s been over a decade since I finished school but I guess I never stopped being a Johannian.

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7 thoughts on “Finding My Religion

  1. Adithya September 24, 2008 at 21:50 Reply

    Hmmm. Is this finding religion or something more to do with being spiritual?

    Adithyas last blog post..Oh, But We Don’t Know Football!


  2. {illyria} September 24, 2008 at 23:29 Reply

    adithya said something really striking. and for the record, i think religion and spirituality are mutually exclusive. i’m agnostic, but highly spiritual. it’s the limitations of human understanding that actually limit faith in a way.

    intriguing post.


  3. ray September 25, 2008 at 09:42 Reply

    Hi ,

    I was reading ur blog posts and found some of them to be very good.. u write well.. Why don’t you popularize it more.. ur posts on ur blog ‘Finding my religion’ took my particular attention as some of them are interesting topics of mine too;

    BTW I help out some ex-IIMA guys who with another batch mate run where you can post links to your most loved blog-posts. Rambhai was the chaiwala at IIMA and it is a site where users can themselves share links to blog posts etc and other can find and vote on them. The best make it to the homepage!

    This way you can reach out to rambhai readers some of whom could become your ardent fans.. who knows.. 🙂



  4. Which Main? What Cross? September 25, 2008 at 14:02 Reply

    I guess that each one of us will find our own path to what we believe is the ultimate truth. Makes dealing with the uncertainties, waiting, difficulties and joy that much easy.


  5. Brad September 25, 2008 at 19:58 Reply

    Correct me if I am wrong. About the title, I beg to differ. I am not sure why you have this post with the title as ‘Finding my Religion’. One doesn’t to do justice to the other. ➡ Just my thoughts.


  6. neha September 26, 2008 at 06:22 Reply

    I am assuming “Finding My Religion” is wordplay with “Losing My Religion” by R.E.M? 🙂

    The funny thing is .. I am not at all spriritual. On some days I am religious out of habit. Out of the need for familiarity or comfort. It’s convenience mostly. But on certain days, something just happens and everything seems to sort itself out.


  7. A Cynic in Wonderland September 26, 2008 at 07:55 Reply

    I think finding peace is finding spirituality and maybe finding God is finding religion? The lines are not very clear.

    A Cynic in Wonderlands last blog post..Super Cyn (and Super Ma in a special guest appearance) feature in Revenge of the Roving-Eye-Lizzie


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