Things That Bang

Orissa and Mangalore suffered from the wrath of those wanting to protect their religion. Religious skirmishes causing deaths, burned homes and daily living coming to a standstill. How moronic can people get? Believe in my god, no my god, my church, my temple. It all boils down to - me!! The ego!!

So I asked whether the soul dies, a friend replied that its part of the undying soul. And I replied- oh yeah, even Santa doesn't die, though, the hogfather in Terry Pratchett's book did go missing.

Its a matter of believing that there is a divine force managing all our lives coming down the chimney and dropping presents and if you aren't nice no presents for you or its sickness, death (we all die!!) or lack of protection with you losing a limb, going blind- blah blah

Of course the - Oh God! Why me? is said by so many. Even in the direst circumstances they ask to be saved. Saved by who? Does he get to sit on his high chair and say - You can live another day and you - ah well you are to die -like - NOW!!

I was cleaning my kitchen today and decided to put an end to all the little lives that had been scuttling around. The insect killing spray came out and in the chemical fumes I saw the roaches die- babies and adults alike. The pleasure of deliberate killing made me a cruel goddess.

I am the goddess of my hearth. I get to decide which insect gets to live and which dies. So how different am I from the God sitting up in the heaven playing roulette with our lives?

And like the God above I let miracles happen too - letting a roach escape and him thanking the roach god for his miraculous escape;)

Like the Hogfather its time God too went missing for a while!! And guess what? We all will still be here.