A Convenience Aka God!
Life as we all know it, takes us on a ride - you can choose the ride - a ferris wheel, a roller coaster or a merry-go-round or it could even be the breathtaking rafting (down the Ganges near Rishikesh or for the more adventurous, the rapids of the Zanskar) - take your pick, but a ride it surely will be one that will go with you to the grave and beyond.
And at many chilling moments on this ride, when you're probably 800 ft. from the ground and strapped in an open chair car, the power supply breaks down and you're at the mercy of the Gods, prayers come in handy. Suddenly you want to believe in the Supreme Power/Being or whathaveyou, whether deeply religious, or an agnostic. Dear God, O Powerful One, O Unseen Hero, O Omnipotent One, O Neo, O Mother, O Father, O Holy Spirit, O Jesus, Hey Bhagwan, O Great Guru Nanak, O Allah, Jesus H Christ and what have you (I don't know all the Gods, not having been fortunate enough to meet them and lest this be ascribed as a religious diatribe taking potshots at the Almighty or suppose my blog is pelted with stones and smashed to smithereens in the name of religious righteousness, I shall stop calling names, O Lord) comes in handy.
Till such time when we're enjoying the ride and feel we're in control, we're ok. Then something goes amiss. And the sudden realization of the helplessness of us mere mortals hits us between the solar plexus and then suddenly all Hell breaks loose. The fancy Nokias and Sonys and Motorolas are whipped out in a frenzy (fastest fingers first, it's a race out there so that you don't have to listen to a pre-recorded, nasal voice saying, 'aap kataar main hain' meaning you are in queue), SOS's are desperately SMSed to HIM, rosaries are chanted, bodies lie prostrate in abject surrender, promises of penance for repentance and we seek HIM. He is conveniently called for when needed, the 14th man in the squad, necessary only when a new bat, a new set of pads or a helmet is needed to ward off those blessed bouncers. Sometimes if he's stubborn and refuses to listen to our beleaguered entreaties, we bribe Him. Anything to get our way. But our way get we must! Hook or crook!
Is it human nature to use, use, use, use all the time? And throw when done? Did He really make us in His mould and would that mean He too is a 'use and throw' entity? Questions of course abound and answers that are conveniently obtuse, or conveniently simple come to mind.Recently something was niggling away at my insides and slowly consuming me with worry. So much so that my daily prayer/dialogue with God wasn't enough. I had to plead with Him to smoothen my worry lines and I was willing to give up some of the 'good things of life' for life to hum along on Route 66 in a Mustang.
My worry lines have been smoothened, the bribe worked and all's well with the world. Now I have to live with the consequences of what I gave up. Not impossible, but not easy either. Talk about being caught betwixt the Devil and a very angry Poseidon. Mind you I could very blithely forget about my pact with Him and not really bother about keeping my side of the bargain. But I have a conscience as I'm sure He does. So I will stick with the decision to give up, however sticky.
And will continue in the meantime, to wordlessly pontificate about the convenience of God. There when you need Him, there when you want to abuse Him, there when you want to rant and rave, there when you want to kill, plunder, loot, beg, bleed, tear asunder or simply live. And if you think His attention's not completely focused, just bare your fangs, or be a smooth talker and bribe the Hell out of Him and voila - it feels like Heaven eh? (You think he'd be a 'hit' in this market if he was brilliantly marketed and available in a gorgeous curvy bottle at the local superstore especially at discounted rates?)
By the way is God a male, female or neither? Just noticed I've addressed God as Him everywhere. Should I get gender bias in here too and spoil the party? Pray, I'm human and fallible. I don't have to tend to broken hearts and minds and hideous souls, nor do I have to feed hungry bellies nor keep everyone in clover. I can be a party pooper, I don't have to be perfection personified.
Thank God!
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R's recommendation to R for the weekend:Read some of the archives on http:\\idiosyncrazies.blogspot.com - discover some great stuff there.
Get a massage at the gym. Mmmm...sounds Heavenly!
And at many chilling moments on this ride, when you're probably 800 ft. from the ground and strapped in an open chair car, the power supply breaks down and you're at the mercy of the Gods, prayers come in handy. Suddenly you want to believe in the Supreme Power/Being or whathaveyou, whether deeply religious, or an agnostic. Dear God, O Powerful One, O Unseen Hero, O Omnipotent One, O Neo, O Mother, O Father, O Holy Spirit, O Jesus, Hey Bhagwan, O Great Guru Nanak, O Allah, Jesus H Christ and what have you (I don't know all the Gods, not having been fortunate enough to meet them and lest this be ascribed as a religious diatribe taking potshots at the Almighty or suppose my blog is pelted with stones and smashed to smithereens in the name of religious righteousness, I shall stop calling names, O Lord) comes in handy.
Till such time when we're enjoying the ride and feel we're in control, we're ok. Then something goes amiss. And the sudden realization of the helplessness of us mere mortals hits us between the solar plexus and then suddenly all Hell breaks loose. The fancy Nokias and Sonys and Motorolas are whipped out in a frenzy (fastest fingers first, it's a race out there so that you don't have to listen to a pre-recorded, nasal voice saying, 'aap kataar main hain' meaning you are in queue), SOS's are desperately SMSed to HIM, rosaries are chanted, bodies lie prostrate in abject surrender, promises of penance for repentance and we seek HIM. He is conveniently called for when needed, the 14th man in the squad, necessary only when a new bat, a new set of pads or a helmet is needed to ward off those blessed bouncers. Sometimes if he's stubborn and refuses to listen to our beleaguered entreaties, we bribe Him. Anything to get our way. But our way get we must! Hook or crook!
Is it human nature to use, use, use, use all the time? And throw when done? Did He really make us in His mould and would that mean He too is a 'use and throw' entity? Questions of course abound and answers that are conveniently obtuse, or conveniently simple come to mind.Recently something was niggling away at my insides and slowly consuming me with worry. So much so that my daily prayer/dialogue with God wasn't enough. I had to plead with Him to smoothen my worry lines and I was willing to give up some of the 'good things of life' for life to hum along on Route 66 in a Mustang.
My worry lines have been smoothened, the bribe worked and all's well with the world. Now I have to live with the consequences of what I gave up. Not impossible, but not easy either. Talk about being caught betwixt the Devil and a very angry Poseidon. Mind you I could very blithely forget about my pact with Him and not really bother about keeping my side of the bargain. But I have a conscience as I'm sure He does. So I will stick with the decision to give up, however sticky.
And will continue in the meantime, to wordlessly pontificate about the convenience of God. There when you need Him, there when you want to abuse Him, there when you want to rant and rave, there when you want to kill, plunder, loot, beg, bleed, tear asunder or simply live. And if you think His attention's not completely focused, just bare your fangs, or be a smooth talker and bribe the Hell out of Him and voila - it feels like Heaven eh? (You think he'd be a 'hit' in this market if he was brilliantly marketed and available in a gorgeous curvy bottle at the local superstore especially at discounted rates?)
By the way is God a male, female or neither? Just noticed I've addressed God as Him everywhere. Should I get gender bias in here too and spoil the party? Pray, I'm human and fallible. I don't have to tend to broken hearts and minds and hideous souls, nor do I have to feed hungry bellies nor keep everyone in clover. I can be a party pooper, I don't have to be perfection personified.
Thank God!
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R's recommendation to R for the weekend:Read some of the archives on http:\\idiosyncrazies.blogspot.com - discover some great stuff there.
Get a massage at the gym. Mmmm...sounds Heavenly!
posted by Livin @ 6/23/2006 10:56:00 PM
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