A lot of my batch-mates and friends from the school time have moved to the USA in search for a better future—and it's a great step towards a rewarding life. However, whenever I have a conversation with almost any of those friends, I sense the hint of pride in their tone—almost obnoxious, narcissistic pride. It's a good move to move to a different country, but that does not mean that the people you left back in your home country, or the people who live in some other country are somehow beneath you. It is not healthy, quite frankly.
I hated it. All that the people could talk in the month of January is the resolutions they (had) made! Now, I knew that the motivation to keep going with the resolution would die in a week (or less) for the most people. So, I never dared to make any resolutions of my own.
Title - Why I am an Atheist
Let's play a game. Suppose you are a homeless person of the late 1980s. Just suppose! (..And forget that you still own a laptop/PC/smartphone to read this post in that time.) You are a homeless person and you are begging and trying to be alive to see the next morning. You struggle for food and other life crises and you go to that same corner of the street at night to sleep. What could you have possibly done wrong to someone that, while you are sleeping, some psychopath comes and crushes your head with a big stone? How horrible that is even to imagine! You might or might not have heard/read this story before, but it always runs a chill through my spine when I read it.