Philosophy.. Cup o' coffee???

Few of the oldest and most frequent questions I remember asking dad are "Where does god live?' or 'What happens after death?" or something related to reincarnation. Sadly... Instead of  pondering upon the genuine cliche ideas or asking questions like "why is the sky blue daddy?' or 'why is grass green?' , I was always into unraveling mythical mysteries. Though he would have definitely been more delighted to answer questions like "What is radioactivity?", he never felt more debonair answering the intense ones.  I was/am exceptionally curious about a lot of creepy stuff kids of my age never talked about. I was a faithful listener owing to the fact that I still remember the first story my dad had narrated to me ( well he has probably narrated more than a 1000 stories till now. not a single one repeated) The story of  madhumalati and her three suitors. Yeah.. I still make him gape in awe at my ability to remember most of my childhood vividly leaving aside the fact that I forget the most basic things on my daily routine.
One fine morning (when I was 7 years old), I threw a tantrum! A massive tantrum indeed! "I want to go and sit and fly on a big birdie! NOW! NOW! NOW!" Mum as usual did not react much. She was used to my occasional outbursts of "I want a pink rabbit!" or " I want a boo-boo (that's what I would call a bey-blade)" or "I want a Scooby Doo". She was all "Go drink complan now! We'll talk about it later!"
But daddy, got all worked up! He actually thought that I was on the brink of insanity! "Why on earth do you want to do that?", he asked, eyeing me anxiously. "I want to say namaskaram to umaachi (god)! He'll smile at me and a big bulb will glow behind him and then, he'll show me his hand! And I'll get full marks in Maths test tomorrow!", I said grinning with excitement. Daddy let out a sigh of relief and then tried to distract me few other stories. I can't blame him though, for thinking that I could have hopped on to the next pigeon I would see in the park.
After growing up a bit more, I started linking science with religion and with my beliefs. I wanted to prove the existence of god because I believed in him. Instead of the big bang theory, I trusted and preferred the "God made the world in 7 days". A million "why's" were swimming in my mind. Do planetary positions really affect the future of an individual? How do people with the same zodiac sign possess similar nature? What happens after death?
"Death is a form of sleep. When you wake up, you are in the womb of a mother, asleep, regretting your wrongs deeds in your past life, kicking in exasperation, about the inevitable fact that nothing in the world can make you go back and correct those mistakes. As the first bout of air gushes in your lungs, you forget your past life and start a new life full of new prospects, leaving behind your past." This is what I like to believe now. It seems more logical. I mean, can you imagine not existing in this world? Atleast mentally? Just a mere cardiac arrest cannot stop you from existing in this universe!
So, people often think, why such unnecessary thoughts at this tender age.. There are better social and political matters demanding a dispute.. But, I say, every thing else has a nonnegotiable solution. Philosophy never has.. Whether it is culture, tradition or beliefs, everything bears its own baggage of controversies. And if you value your own philosophy, are flexible towards others' opinions and if the thirst and search for answers never cease, then, you are indeed a philosopher...