Tuesday 10 July 2018

#210

12 young boys of a football team and their coach get too adventurous for their own good and are trapped in a warren of underground caves in Thailand.  After surviving in those claustrophobic dark tunnels for well over a fortnight, all of them have been rescued by the indomitable courage of the divers and navy seal commandos, who overcame many insurmountable odds, even losing one of their own in order to save those children and the coach from a certain, agonizing death.  
While I was following the events on television, my mind went back to what happened a couple of years ago.  It has rained heavily in the city of Bombay.  A vast chunk of the metropolis has been flooded.  There is muddy water everywhere.  Nothing is visible of the surface.  A doctor is returning home.  He's not seeking any adventure.  Due to heavy waterlogging, his car is stalling continuously, and in the end, is rendered completely immobile.  Meanwhile, the downpour is showing no signs of abating.  So, he decides to abandon the car and walk all the way home.  He has very little idea what lies beneath the muddy waters.  The man steps into an open manhole and swiftly goes down.  A couple of bystanders see that but either they are unwilling or unable to do anything.  Two days later his pitch black body is discovered, marinated in the filth of the city.
Do these two instances prove or disprove the existence of God?  You decide.

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