Dasara Musings

The kind of things

that paint the religion

or way of life

or whatever it is

in a most unintended light:

First off,

it's Dasara

-more of the Goddess-worship kind in these parts

Than the killing of the ten-headed dravidian srilankan meditator

though its the same festival

And what better 

time

to notice these magnified flaws

than when things play out

at a fest.

One of the aspects 

of the Goddess

is supposed to be

Ugra- ferocious, righteously wrathful

Which is all fine, when you listen to a hymn dedicated to the occasion

that beseeches the divine feminine to wake up, awaken (before spelling out her wonders and praises and putting forth all the right anecdotes

and then beseeching her, nay pleading with her

for 

this and that).

The eagerness 

to mingle

in this world

with the Divine

-to create earthly

here-and-now

associations

with the Imagined

makes zoo-goers of humans in their own environs:

I wouldn't be surprised

if its more people's bright idea

than we realise

If they take it upon themselves

to deliberately 

poke all manner

of instigation

at women

during this time

in an attempt

to stir up

some anger

that might be deemed

relevant

or who knows

necessary even,

to get the plot right.

Niche ways in which superstition

defeats a cause

Other than routine matters

as observed

over centuries,

such as thinking it necessary 

to please the clergy

such as they/it might be,

though at least on that front,

the existence of the Constitution

and modern-day law

serves 

to rein in.

As one records these thoughts

at past one am

with the first rain 

of Cyclone Titli 

creating a constant beat,

butterfly-coincidences come to mind:

Mind-control, human will, rights, the journey of science....

To a layperson,

mathematical theories

that rule matter

are understood 

more 

as an indistinguishable mass

of superstitious beliefs

for now