Growing Up as a child, there was no religion in my life. It took a long time for me to attach a sensible meaning to this word so I could accept it as a reality of life. There were rituals which were half-heartedly followed at times and we had visited a temple or two and my mother had read us the Bhagwat Geeta and everytime we filled up a form that asked religion, we were reminded that we were Hindus and our nationality was Indian. We inherited this categorization and with it came a hefty number of obligations in the form of diet rules, diet restrictions, social boundries. I guess we survived without religion mostly because there were enough restrictions and disciplinary facets in life (particularly for a school going child) that people around me did not feel the need to explain the existence of a God or recognize the spiritual side of our being. Our family and freinds and acquaintances circle was full of people who at times glorified some god-headed figure or another but it was eas...