Religion is the worst form of worship. Unless it is understood properly.
There was once a sage who used to offer worships with food items. Rats used to trouble him because of the food items. So he started keeping a cat. But the cat became a nuisance during his pujas. So he tied up the cat during the puja.
Eventually the sage became famous for his spiritual powers. He could heal the sick, for example. And many sick people came to him and got healed. Illness, more often than not, is a matter of the mind and the master of the spirit could heal the mind easily.
The sage became famous. The sage continued to heal the sick. And there were too many sick people in the world. So the sage became famous in the world. The sick people made him famous.
Eventually disciples gathered round the sage. Every successful person gathers disciples easily. Even an illiterate politician can gather disciples. Even a villainous gangster can gather disciples.
The disciples saw the cat tied up at the time of the puja. They did not know why the sage tied up the cat. They knew only why people gathered round the sage. They were only interested in the people. Rather, they were only interested in the donations that people brought in.
Eventually the sage died.
The puja continued.
There were no rats to disturb the pujas. Rats had become extinct in the man-infested precincts with too much fragrance of fumes.
The pujas continued. The sage’s cat died. The disciples bought a cat. The disciples chained the cat at the spot of the puja when the puja was conducted. They thought that the cat was an integral part of the puja.
That’s how much they had understood the master, the sage.
That’s how much the believer understands religion.
That’s how much a commentator understands a blogger. Sometimes!
This blogpost is dedicate to that bracketed S. [How silly of me!]
Note: the storyline in this post is borrowed from somebody whom I can’t recall anymore. Maybe somebody whom S will be able to recall.
S, I hope I have flattered your ego enough. Want more? [No time. Read my entire writing, go back to the old pages…]