Mankind is known to have always feared and sometimes even worship what it could not control. The thought finds explanation in the emergence of deities in the form of forces of nature in some of the earliest civilisations. It invokes utmost curiosity when, one starts to think of the origin of religions in their current form. How did the practice of worshipping start? Was it respect for the unfathomable power of these forces of nature, which made mankind worship them, or it was fear of their fury, which drove it to submission and surrender? While in both the cases, these forces of nature were subjects of unquestionable reverence, the underlying emotion that pushed them to that pedestal is extremely critical to identify-the former driven by respect and inspiration while the other is hinged upon fear as the driving force. The ancient civilisations and their traditions seem to suggest towards the latter. As the human brain started to think outside the day to day needs of food and ...
I am awakened by sudden creaking of the old wooden temple doors. The brilliant reddish lining on the horizon had announced the advent of the sun with birds chirping in unison. The soothing breeze of fresh air rushing past the fat familiar silhouette of the priest prepared me for yet another busy day at work. A sudden thud of a coconut shell breaking right in front of me, brought me back to the real world where the priest had thrown me open to the enthusiastic crowd waiting eagerly to catch a glimpse of their favorite, the Almighty, the most powerful. The GOD. Yes, that is me. I am the so called God, expected to help people in dire need, installed helplessly in a dark gloomy room and adorned beautifully with ornaments. The daily chore had begun. The desperate hands trying to feel my feet have started to flow in. While the luckier ones have even poured some milk on my feet. “What a waste”, I was thinking when I found a thick black hand circling me with a currency note. The daily madne...