Atheism, a term often misunderstood, simply denotes the absence of belief in deities. For me, this concept unfolded gradually, shaped by a unique tapestry of experiences and influences.
Growing up Hindu in Kerala, I was immersed in a world where faith was often intertwined with tradition. My father, a seeker of deeper meaning, explored the intricacies of Hinduism beyond ritual. Conversely, my mother, a woman of immense strength, approached life with pragmatic realism, her religious practices more a matter of family custom than fervent belief.
Kerala's diverse religious landscape fostered an environment of tolerance and acceptance. My closest friends throughout life have been Muslim, Christian, and even fellow atheists. These bonds, forged across religious lines, deepened my understanding of humanity and challenged any preconceived notions.
It wasn't until I returned to Bangalore in 2013 that my spiritual journey took a decisive turn. Living amidst a community deeply rooted in Pentecostal faith, I initially found myself drawn to the communal spirit. However, as I observed the growing influence on young minds, concerns about indoctrination emerged.
Simultaneously, Richard Dawkins' "The God Delusion" offered a fresh perspective, prompting a critical examination of my long-held beliefs. With each page, the fog of doubt lifted, revealing a world viewed through the clear lens of logic and reason. This intellectual liberation was both exhilarating and empowering.
For me, atheism is not merely a rejection of deities but an embrace of intellectual freedom. It is the journey of questioning, seeking evidence, and ultimately finding solace in the pursuit of knowledge.