Sometimes, God just forgets
I go to temples for the same reason that most young people go to discotheques. It’s for the ambience. Some of the traditional temples have large open spaces, big halls with high roof and a pervasive smell of camphor; all together make it a pleasant place to be at, if there are not too many people around of course. On one of my aimless strolls one evening, I happened to come across an elegant looking temple on the way. I decided to rest for a while before I rambled some more. It was a nice place with not many people, except for a rotund priest and some very young children boisterously playing around. I sat down to watch the goings on and also trying to guess the sources of food and/or money of the temple priest that were helping him gain weight. ‘May be his son lives in the US’, I thought. It was also possible that some of the offerings meant for God find their way to the priest’s home or stomach. Not bad for the priest so long as God is not too concerned about his revenue assurance. ‘W...