I have not been good all my life, but i was true. I apologized enough for my mistakes even when they weren't mine. With a nomenclature that went terribly wrong somewhere my grandpa named me after a Hindu god. A god who stood for righteousness, humility and purity. A perfect paradox, i grew up to be a man who contradicted everything the Lord was known for. I being a "brahmin"(Absolutely have no clue how the mention is important) drank beer and gobbled meat. Except for some constrains imposed upon me by the promises of my mother, I broke and re-wrote every rule in the book.
I wonder how that god looks at me from the heavens. I may be a contradiction of his being and body, soul and prayer, I am what he made this world to be. Born in a world of conflict and war, I grew up admist hue and cry over who got to use the public urinals first. I grew up in a world where man thought it was "fashionable" to be able to recite the Hanuman chalisa and the Koran.
He brought me into the world which was black and the contours of truism blurred. It was my bad for being not able to live up to his name. He might incriminate me for being a bad example. But i shall have my say. I shall question "Who the hell gave my grandpa the idea, dude???"
He may be the most worshiped god of our times. But I was named Shriram too, God. Not my bad. Was It???