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A matter of faith
In his letter, Subhash C. Taneja has objected to the writing of Khushwant Singh under the heading, “Lack of faith” (March 14). To cover our centuries old follies under the garb of faith is another folly. Perhaps the writer should go to Hardwar and see how the sewage of the city is discharged into the Ganges upstream of Har ki Pauri and opposite Bhimgoda. A pumping set has been installed there to lift the sewage and throw it in the river. Then, from this point the river bifurcates to supply the diluted water to Har ki Pauri for bathing. In case sins are washed by taking a dip there, then the writer should move to Hardwar for good. H. K.
Bansal,
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II It was projected that there is no justification in the fact that people’s sins are washed away as and when they take a bath in the holy sarovar. However, the writer has rebutted it by saying that it is a question of faith. I pose a question. Suppose a terrorist or a dacoit kills an innocent woman with an unborn child in her womb or a suckling lad in her lap. Then, he goes to a religious sarovar to wash away his sins. In other words, his committing a sin is his faith in life and then seeking pardon from God is also his faith. How to reconcile these conflicting faiths? When one commits a sin, in an attempt to clear one’s conscience, one seeks solace in the unknown power i.e. God, through a dip in a sarovar or through prayer. So, is it escapism or faith in God? Jiwan Dass Chakarwarti, Una III I read “Drama of life and death” by Khushwant Singh. The write-up touches the deep layers of consciousness wherein one may feel the presence of some unknown and undescribable power. To seek and attain such an eternal state of mind a human being puts to himself the philosophical question: “Will I be there to watch” such real miracles of nature?” Shil Kumar Kapil, Nabha IV I have read with interest Khushwant Singh’s article “Drama of life and death”. The writer seems to be obsessed with death at this ripe age. The fear is not unfounded, as no one knows what might happen at this stage. But I wish him a long life. He is mentally very alert till date. I am an ardent reader of his articles and books. I am reminded of Keats’ poem: “When I have fears that I may cease to be”. Risham, Rajpura Ode to spring The write-up “Ode to spring” by Khushwant Singh (Saturday Extra, Feb 21) was interesting. The writer has aptly described “The two pleasantest months of the year in the northern India are February and October”. However, I don’t agree with him when he says, “If you are lucky, you might see a lone cuckoo overhead, calling kooh-koo as it flies from the plains to the hills in February and as it flies back in October to spend its winter in the plains”. The sweet calls of the cuckoo are heard in the plains from late April and early May till the beginning of winters. There is a general saying in Punjabi, Jadon koel boldi hai, te amb pakde hun (when the cuckoo calls its note, the mangoes ripen).s R.K. KAPOOR, Chandigarh
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