Fair enough
Karma works overtime, especially when you don’t believe in it. Somewhere, in the background, like a ghost that is neither a friend nor an enemy. It quietly lurks. At no point of time would you be able to suggest that you’ve spotted it. That, to me, is the most fascinating aspect of karma. Imagine being so damn effective that you don’t even have to believe in it. Like wind, every once in a while, you’ll wonder which direction is it going. Karma can either go in your favour or against you but it will keep going.
This uncertainty creates an interesting scenario for us lesser mortals. We end up assuming that good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people. Not for lack of trying but such assumptions are built on our limited understanding of how the world functions. Or to put it microscopically, how a person functions. When you claim that a beloved person of yours is suffering despite being an angel of a human, you are merely vouching for your limited understanding of who that person is. You haven’t been with him or her every single minute of their lifetime to learn any better. Your affidavit is sincere and yet not entirely accurate.
The gap is filled by the K-word. Whoever runs the account knows very well who’s going to get what. You do good and you reap good. Similarly, if you do bad, you reap bad. This math has stayed incorruptible for ages. At this stage, you might ask, “Then how come that saintly woman died such a miserable death?” Since I don’t have a concrete response here, I’d pull the trigger on karma’s behalf: That’s exactly how it was meant to be.
People like me are constantly seeking gods, if not just god, wherever we are. Our allergy to religion, particularly the rigid organized kind, doesn’t hamper our quest to be enlightened; so as to reach a point of no return, when you touch the face of god and don’t really stop there — you gently squeeze that pimple too. Without a script (or scripture) in hand, we are the lost souls of our planet. Deep inside, we are scared because we don’t have a fan-fiction to believe in. However, we also like to think that whoever created this universe must be proficient enough to make sure everybody receives their share of harvest. Good or worse.
