Friday, 23 October 2020

Travesty Called Sancti‘Money’

A vast majority of Indians seek succour in a supernatural force widely termed as ‘God’. Including myself for the record. But why God-men? Why do we need an anchor that channelizes a path for us to access our creator, when we have HIM readily accessible everywhere? While history has handed down few great examples of well-meaning saints who have truly embodied the spirit of spiritualism and more importantly dedicated their lives to the service of humanity, a large number of present day so called self-proclaimed godmen continue to exploit the latent insecurities and vulnerabilities of many of my compatriots. Many of these men who have successfully cracked this model run large business enterprises paraded in the name of the godhead. A larger part of this conversation is explored in an another poem which can also be viewed in these archives – ‘The God Business’


The godman walked in

Escorted by his sycophantic claque

As the auditorium bursting at the seams

Fell into pin drop silence.

 

The coterie climbed up

The dais and the godman

Was helped to his throne

As he ensconced himself in his seat of poise

 

A girl came up

And invoked the divine

With a recitation

Of well-rehearsed shlokas

 

Having prepared the audience

The godman started

“Today we are here to teach

You the ultimate secret to happiness”

Instilling a frisson of hope in

The miserable masses seated affront

 

“Money isn’t everything.

It is the root cause of all evil

Here in the pristine precincts of this ashram

We will take you on the path

To reach exalted state of the ultimate realization

That money is the last thing you will need”

 

“When you die,

Will you carry the millions you made?

Or the homes you built?

Or the land you bought?

Or the materialistic pleasures that weared

You out all your life?”

 

“Make peace with your fellow humans.

Shed your materialistic dispositions.

Forgive.

When your mortal remains

Enter the graveyard,

Only your name, your thoughts, deeds,

Will accompany you on your farewell journey”

 

“In this course you will be taught

How to decouple money from your life

And shed aside the avarice of materialism

By the end of the week, you will be taught

To regard money and materialism as

The 2 goal posts of Suffering

And surely no more”

 

And with stereotyped and over-wrought

Platitudes of bed not buying sleep

Food not buying hunger

Clock not buying time

And the likes

The soi-disant godman bored on and on and on

 

The benighted crowd listened with messianic zeal

With five minutes to go,

As the strategically timed hour rang in

The claque shimmered down and split themselves

To cater to each aisle in the throng

Handing out neat glossy brochures

Of what the camp entailed -

 

Pictures of the ashram, a promising schedule of lectures

Shlokas and a strict diet regimen

Marketed by embellished words

Calculated to inveigle the wariest of

The hoi polloi

 

On the last page of the brochure

In words that neither blared nor were hidden

Text of an unsuspicious font said

“The duration of the rejuvenation camp is Fifteen days

It starts on the 15th and ends on 29th May”

3 hours in the morning everyday”

From 6 AM – 6PM, Saturday and Sunday

“Early bird registrations last till May 7th

Camp fees - Rs. 50000/- only.

Extra donations for the noble cause are most welcome”

 

 

 

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