The Demigod!

The Demigod

We among-st all the creatures of the planet, are so diabolic. We have rubbed the fine line between need and greed. We can transform a stone into divine and vice a versa; and all this is based on favor-ism where greed supersedes the need. The celestial proverb ‘To err is human, to forgive is divine’ has long changed to ‘To err is human and do not forgive the divine.’

The theorem of faith and love is highly opulent and sparse at the same time. When someone is in sublime touch, he is heavenly. If someone at the helm of the ship saves you from the storm, he is heroic. And then when the same someone is lack lustred by tick of the time, he is tarnished. He is no more the savior; for that matter he is not even a human anymore. Beyond the basic instincts to live, to be protected and to propagate; what remains is an effigy of pseudo- success, egotism and self-indulgence. Outwardly visionary but inwardly blind folded that is the mirror image today.

Today the worship is selective and the faith is shallow. We bribe the God to avoid atrocities and yet the mercenaries of Satan aggravate the miseries. The terms are losing their exclusiveness. We love God but we also love our clothes, belongings, shoes, food. We trust people but we also spy on their digital footprints. We have the insatiable urge to control the chaos but we fail to understand that a chaos for us is an orderly cosmos for others. In the bigger scheme we and our narcissism are just a needle point.

They tell me, you are a God because you are a healer by profession, but what they forget is that I too am a believer by choice. I do not play God; you carve one out of me. Yes, I am a Demigod but my temple is different. When your Gods rest in churches, mosques and shrines I toil hard in the hospital. I mingle in disease and pain. I pray with you to the God of your choice so that I could be mere instrument to prevail. You pray to God when you bring in your sick, I do the same while trying to save the last flamed wick.

When your Gods sleep at night, I am wide awake in order to keep the rhythm of life sound. Among the grunts and delirium, I sip my beverage as I am mortal and I need fuel too. I become a listener when you talk, a preacher when you are bogged down. When you are impatient, I am patient. I lend you my shoulder in grief. I do not hold your hand when you are dying but I am there. I am there when you weep on the death of your beloved one; I shed a tear too.

We pray daily but are seldom blessed. We dream daily but rarely fulfilled. The firmament smiles upon us but not always. We all are etched with dubious destiny and fate. May be a Demigod or simply a mortal, but each and every storm I cannot abate. Even I am at the mercy of force unknown. Like you all I want to do is to say my prayers and do my job. I am a human, find humanity in me not divinity.