Which day is yours, asked one God to another!
Blog :rhymes and rubbish
Date: 7/30/2012 6:54:19 PM
The mighty creature of stone origin, that we call God, is he not just a participant like me in this game called life? Why else would he be entitled a day, out of seven in a week, of worship, sermons and more?
Worship begins as early as Monday! The queue outside the temple, bereft of early week blues, waits in anticipation. Each fool with his meagre share of bribe stands in the hope to keep the heartless lingam pleased for one more week.
Come Tuesday and the temple bells begin to clang as if a record stuck on loop! Oh it’s the orange God’s turn to swell in pride today. His one hand bears the mountain of million prayers; the other wields a mace as if the onus to punish your guilty slips has fallen upon no one else but him.
Mid-week Wednesday is the atheist of the lot. No God claimed this wretched day, and ironically it happens to my birth-day!
Go, seek blessings of the Sai sage but ensure that you make it on a Thursday. Getting through a doctor’s appointment list may seem easier that catching his pricey glance. The hype seems planned to me. Why else would the street outside his temple be wobbly, making vehicles move slower than usual, as drivers release their steering to clasp their hands and crane their neck out of car windows to take a devotional bow?
Fridays are reminiscent of days when Maa ate only one meal in the whole day. This was when I really young and didn’t quite enjoy math and geometry. She’d read out a story to goddess Santoshi every Friday and close her eyes in earnest devotion, probably praying to hope for an above-average score on my next term’s report card.
Saturn is my ruling planet and I have no qualms about claiming it to be mine. It’s the only planet that has an axis and I am clueless why I am biased towards it. That, however, has nothing to do with the little, beggar kids who come running holding a steel-can full of oil repeating two words rhymed to their lips, “Shani Maharaaj!!” Ask them who’s it for and they’ll either nonchalantly stare back at you or proceed to someone more generous.
No long queues, no ear-splitting chants, no clanking of aluminium bells and no beggar boy pleading for devotional contributions. Sunday, it seems, is an eternal day-off and deities are equal partakers along with us miserable mortals in this game of life. It is a give and take, love and hate, kind of relationship and you’ve got to handle it with care as you do with other earthly relationships – husband and wife, brother and sister, mother and child et al.
P.S. Request you to read the post with a liberal outlook. It is in no way intended to hurt or offend the sentiments of anyone’s religion, devotion or faith. Neither does it imply that I am an atheist. Read it with an open mind.