Womb is represented as the Life,
Tomb is symbolised as the Heaven and
Bomb is considered as the World.
A man who was in the tomb rises and
comes to stop the womb coming into the bomb.
Let us read the following piece of writing and know his reasons to do so…..
In the tomb, he used to enjoy God’s love so marvellously and fantastically. But one day, his heart started throbbing with pain and his mind mourning to the core when he heard the womb weeping wildly. Because on May 22, 2025 was destined to be born a visible image of the invisible Almighty. He dreaded the new arrival into the tomb not because he did not love the life but he was in total unshakeable doubt and danger about its safety and security in the bomb.
No more could he remain where he was as he got nonplussed about the womb, the one yet to enter the world. So he rose from his place and was on the way to the womb, the dwelling place of the most omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent. After a gruelling journey, he reached at the place of the womb and was greatly startled to see the huge smiles on the faces of the parents and kith and kin of the womb. The man too was filled with tremendous joy, seeing the crowd.
“Why are you so delighted?” He said.
“Don’t you know today is his arrival,” Said one old lady hysterically.
“Yes, I do know,” He whispered.
But deep down in my heart, I am troubled a lot.
“Why, what is troubling you?” raised the voice by one of the relatives.
He said, “Let’s make or break.”
“What do you mean,” another said tumultuously.
Then he told them that he was of the opinion of not letting the womb enter the bomb as it was not the safe and secured place to be lived in but to be buried in.
At that very moment his own kith and kin yelled at him and forced him to leave the place at once. But then he appealed to the head of the family, after a long silent pause, he along with his people agreed to pay ears to his story.
As a matter of fact, he states this not because he read it from the books or watched on TV or heard on the radio but he affirms it boldly and clearly because he himself experienced it bit by bit, inch by inch in his own life when he was in the bomb.
“On April 22, 2025, I was blessed to have gone from this tomb of division, discrimination, intolerance and selfishness. After the exit from this bomb, I had a good welcome into the lap of tomb, the place of oneness, goodness, happiness and peacefulness.
When I was a human being like anyone of you, I had many great expectations and aims in my life. As I was born in a good and traditional family, I was well up in both secular and spiritual aspects. The people in the village used to call me Ram. As I grew up, I excelled in various fields like sports, art, culture and literature. However, the best part of my life was the time I had spent with my best friend, who was from another hamlet. Our both names began with the same letter, and perhaps meant the same thing, it was Rahim.
It was the 6th December 2015 that my family was in full swing and sprit to celebrate my 15th birthday. At that time, I expressed my greatest wish to have the company of my closest friend Rahim with me.
“Are you mad?” shouted my uncle suddenly and went on saying…
Don’t you know that he belongs to another religion?
“So what?” I replied frantically.
“Then why do you have such a desire,” said my father.
I was thunderstruck, speechless, and almost lifeless and did not understand the reason behind their denial of my plea.
That very day I decided never to have any celebration of my birthday.
After a couple of weeks I left for Mumbai in order to pursue my studies.
On the way to Mumbai, I questioned myself, ‘Is religion a hindrance to the humanity?’
But no sooner my eyes were opened to another naked reality.
When I was studying in the college I was bracketed as Bihari and looked down upon by different language people.
My love and understanding for the famous saying ‘HAM EK HAI’- WE ARE ONE was tested to the utmost.
Though I understand that we are one as the true image and likeness of God, I tasted more division than unity.
Though we share same blood, I have seen one causing the other to bleed.
Though we breathe the same air, I witnessed one taking away the breath of the other.
I am completely shaken by all these and wait for the true redemption and humanity that must arise above all else.
After completing studies, I returned to my village. Then my parents with a photo arrived in room and asked me to get ready for marriage. I was completely silent and contemplating. From the very next day the preparations were on high. Finally arrived the day of marriage. People from different walks of life came to bless my marriage, the whole family was happy to have such a pomp and splendorous celebration.
Meanwhile in the midst of a crowd I found one old man with a towel on his shoulder, looking weak physically and almost with torn slipper sticking to his delicate skin arrived tranquilly and was about to wash his hands to have meals. At that moment one man went to him and grabbed the jug from his hands. But without uttering anything the old man wiped his hands with a towel, sauntered and sat but unfortunately no one went to serve him food. After around 25 minutes one of my uncles went to him and caught hold of his neck and put him out of the place. I was grieved to see all these inhuman behaviour. Then I was told that he belonged to lower caste family.
“So what does it matter?” I said with a high hand.
“It does really matter a lot” said one neighbour
Every time I was shocked intermittently at prime stage of my life my tears rolled down.
That day I hoped that my marriage should never be a black day in any one else’s life.
Many years passed by. My younger brother got well settled. One day, my father was struck with sudden paralysis, we were worried about his health and took him to various hospitals, even to temples but it was of no avail.
It was the time of longest grief and deep desolation in my life. I used to go to the dining table to eat but never food went into my mouth. Meanwhile came my younger brother from USA. I was relished to have his presence but on the very second day of his coming I saw my mother wailing I thought it was the grief of joy and the tears for dear but late in the evening as we gathered in the room of our father my bother started screaming and demanding for the immediate distribution of the property among the sons.
I was suddenly confounded at this, I went close to him and tried to convince him but no fruition. Hearing and seeing son behaving arrogantly and selfishly, my father breathed his last breath and departed from us for ever and a day, whispering may God bless you all abundantly.
That was the haunting moment in my life. We all looked pallid and haggard for a long time. But even before the tears got dried we were appalled to hear that my brother had kidneys failure. It was a critical situation, so finally having firmly determined, I went to the hospital and donated my kidneys to my brother and left this world forever declaring my humble last will ‘make world well not wall- healthy and happy not sick and suffering.’
All stood with heavy heart fervently.
No, no it would not have happened to you, cried the ones who heard him.
Now “do you want this innocent stillborn baby to suffer as I suffered and to experience the thorns and thistles, tensions and turmoil?”
“Certainly no” said all unanimously.
Yes, I myself was anxious about the human beings who adore the invisible God and abhor the visible gods. We are born human but we live not so.
What is the most fundamental aspect is not what we belong to but what belongs to us.
What belongs to us is the goodness and greatness of the humanity. So let’s not be lost in the trivial things of the world.
Meanwhile, the birth pangs increased incessantly.
A voice came from above, “Let the world not be a hindrance or wall but helping and well to the humanity.”
“Let that new image of me experience a new hope, a new world, a new life and a novel spirit.”
The head of the family and all others were resolved genuinely and took an oath with one voice, “let’s strive to make this world not a wall but well, a fountain of light and love.
The child is born and cries, “Happy to be here in the rejuvenating world of hope, peace, goodness and happiness.”