The final chapter of this wonderful series will take its final bow. Please applaud. It has been my only escape, a creative orgasm after work, an explosion of senses, emotions and randomly told stories.
The dreaded Saturday was upon me. My mundane routine would begin an hour late, hopefully enough time to recuperate and get into the zone again. Thankfully, a well deserved break was handed to me. Which I spent doing absolutely nothing, waiting for the evening. I wondered if I could take some more, just a little.
I was game.
The promise of a tower and companions from the past, I strode in again. With the confidence of matador, I warmed up. Soon I was joined by people I knew, the past came rushing back. The three of us, strangers to each other, split in interests, skewed in our own life, sitting on the same table bound together by a vice.
After a few warm-ups, the conversation started to flow almost as freely as the refreshments. Confused individuals often find a way to bridge the silence and the most debatable of topics rise from the awkward ashes of conversation.
My weekends usually end when the clock crosses on to Sunday. I don’t do anything on Sunday. Even God rested on Sunday, I can imagine him in a big cloak, unshaved, idling time, speeding it up when required. Wasting the day, People pray on that day when God got wasted. Attaboy!
Atheist? Me? No.
As the topic swung and swerved, I drove to down to a veranda in the past. The glorious amorous evenings, filled with cigarettes, conversation and sunsets. A lonely spot, hidden by pillars and trees, Sex & Religion was eagerly discussed. It was almost taboo.
My words haunted me, the memories egged me on.
For years have humans looked at the sky, at the zig zagging lines on their palm, dregs of tea, even stared into foggy crystal balls to solve the question of existence. To explain what logic could not, they found their favorite flogging boy—God.
God?
Why is there an obsession with a human form of worship? From the time human beings learnt to speak they have debated, argued and continue to kill on their concept of god. The entire proposition has been doubted and then proved. The eventual solution—nothing. Human beings have tried very hard to find protection in a familiar face, either parents, a nest or even a good night’s sleep after work. All religions, I believe have stemmed from worshiping the elements. Fire, Water, Earth and Air. Co-incidentally the zodiac signs as well. No one pays attention these days. Human beings then needed Fire to cook, Water to drink, Earth to grow and Air to breathe. Simple times. Logical times. As time swept past them, the needs grew and so did a need for governance. Politicians took shape. How long can a man resist flattery before he gives in? The self taught took control and soon became kings. This is when the concept of god in a human/ semi human form emerged. The richest man in all land. He had the strength in numbers. The Alpha male. After the elevation he wanted to control will, and what better way to control will but by laying down laws. The laws of nature were shown the door and laws of the land was soon the now the headlining act. The laws could not be broken, the other side of the law was forbidden. Now repeat this over several generations. The concept of the elements vanished. The king took a demi god status, and thus the church/mosque/ temple was born. A new institution which gave shape to the law. The people’s favorite prophet/ king was made god. A new term was christened. But has some one ever thought, how could man be god. In mortal form?
A human being is shrouded by faults, pitfalls of his own prejudice. Short sighted and very easy to distract. Thus the perfect one could not be man. But then if this “god” could not be man, he could not have a gender. Then what is god?
“I admit there are things which sciences and even elementary logic fail to explain but, I implore you to let me lay down my theories.”
I remember my audience listening. The TV screamed. But they listened. It was either the beer or something that pulled them.
God then has to be something so abstract that fear of an abstract energy put a human face to it and thus followed the eventualities. This could be any kind of energy. A life source—god.
What my point is… Hic. Hic. Hic. Hic.
The cursed hiccups struck.
Conversation then leaked from one flakey topic to the other, it dabbled with sex, sports and back to sex. My weekend was about to end and I had just started stumbling. I began my narcissistic agenda- to mark my territory across half the city, animal style.
After the second packet of cigarettes conversation dragged to a halt, priorities had changed.
Skewed we came, Skewed we left. A few brief drunk hours we spent charting across virgin seas.
Saturday ends, Sunday starts. Remember, God rested today.
"This is the end,Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end"
Jim Morrison.
1 comment:
Do journalists rest on sunday? I don't know.
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