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“Devotees take selfie now”

  • Published at 03:55 pm October 5th, 2016
  • Last updated at 05:31 pm October 5th, 2016
“Devotees take selfie now”
We all knelt at the altar with our gout and obese belly, pillow shaped behinds and plastic chest pointing north, and the priest hailing over the map of Cassiopeia, recalled the big bang that birthed nirvana, the ceiling opened to a sky with punctured wounds and a carcass of a melting star harked infamy. We waited for the time capsule that held god inside, and was proud that finally we have learned what it means to have faith and we fixed our barbed tiaras and brushed our beard straight, both out and within, waiting for the holy man to unveil the secret kept under his laundered rob and hell defiant incense. And the moment was here at last. Although the hammer had shattered to pieces a many times before, we have finally learned the secret code that is needed to unravel the huddling deity inside this capsule of the past. In 21st century, gods are supposed to know a thing or two according to social media. No doubt, the time is right for it to descend and prove its existence. Thus, it happened, finally. The priest raised his hand and bellowed in revelation. And we all switched our phones on to check the post on god's ascendance. There he was, inside a frozen block of stone, a toothpick and a set of false teeth, the entombed promise land had carried its father home, to its people, at the end of days.