The Waffle Iron

Oh. My. God.

I think I use that phrase innumerable times each day. Which means I call upon an omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent force, just like countless other voices rise in discordance every day, in countless other variations and countless other languages. And each time, I say it as a sort of automatic reaction to a variety of situations. If I pondered upon the phrase, I'd immediately think of that Friends episode. But it certainly doesn't question my faith in that evocation. In fact, I'd be shocked, to say the least, if a voice boomed "Yes, Child?"

It charms me to see people with an unshakeable belief in God and blind devotion to religion. Atleast they KNOW someone's up there looking down upon them. It's like that Barbie 'house' I used to dream about having, as a kid. You watch Barbie having tea, watching TV, reading books, laying out breakfast. And you know you can fix her arm right in, if it fell out of the socket. You know you can make her a new pink lace dress, if she grew out of it. You 'make' her live. She can count on you.

And then, there are some that refuse to acknowledge any divine presence. And some like me, that don't know which side to take, as yet. I read somewhere recently, that the young are more resentful of accepting a supreme deity. As you grow older, and become more aware of your vulnerability, you start to give in. Maybe it's because you begin to get used to the ineluctable idea of 'mortality'. I tend to get morbid when I think of religion. Is it only human frailty that can act as a bitter reminder of a more powerful, arbitrating force; that shines down benevolently as long as you're doing 'right'? It's staggering to think how frail we really are. It scares me each time I wonder how we're still surviving with our limited physical and mental resources. Fortunately, we seem to be the 'cleverest' of all species (on Earth??) - Darwin's Theory of Natural Selectivity?

Besides growing up in an extremely devout environment, I've failed to imbibe an equivalent 'faith' in the Almighty. I DID have bouts of religious fervour though. In school, I'd tag along with friends to the adjoining St. Mary's church whenever we went early to school. Kneeling to pray, lighting candles, sprinkling Holy Water on our heads, accepting Communion, etc. The time, when I would chant Hindu mantras for almost an hour each day until I tired of it... Go to temples EVERY day, during Navratri. And yeah, at midnight on New Year's too. AFTER gorging on the cake that is. :P

And, thanks to Erich Von Daniken. My imagination can now safely take lead when I read mythology. Was Lord Krishna an alien? Why was he blue? Did the Gods use nuclear fuel? SOME flying chariots they had! What a diplomat Noah must've been. Was Moses some kind of a 'favourite'? Is this sacrilege?? Or maybe God can give me the benefit of doubt?

I wonder what it will take to attain enlightenment. I REALLY would like to know. Renunciation? Self-denial? Devoutness?

I can't stop thinking of Courtney Love. :-|

posted by Cos Θ @ 10:37 PM