Turns out there is also an inauspicious time to die. Should you die in such a time, you cast a mean little cloud of potential death on your surviving family. Nobody wants that. The surviving family then gives in to a few holy (which is just Godspeak for fraudulent) men to help them with this trying time. For a few thousand rupees and an hour an half of chaotic prayers, this cloud is warded off.
Four such brilliant men descended on my home and filled up my living room with the smell of incense sticks and the sound of chants in a language that none of us understood. We wouldn't know what they were saying to begin with, and even if we did I have my doubts about the very point of doing all this. The chants got louder and more fierce and in the end, he walked around my house with a smoking pot shooing away the bad vibes with the same gumption that you would get rid of a rat that's got into your kitchen.
In the end, he asked that we give him extra-sweet tea and food, as a token of our gratitude. You'd think the money was enough.
When I told my friend all this, he said that when his grandfather died, the priest told them that the soul for some godforsaken reason would never find peace in his after-life. But for a small sum of five thousand bucks, not only would the priest buy him peace but also given a written guarantee that he wouldn't be reborn as an insect or a toad or whatever.
There's misguided faith and then people buying into such phony offers. A bereaved man's expense is the "God"man's income.
Four such brilliant men descended on my home and filled up my living room with the smell of incense sticks and the sound of chants in a language that none of us understood. We wouldn't know what they were saying to begin with, and even if we did I have my doubts about the very point of doing all this. The chants got louder and more fierce and in the end, he walked around my house with a smoking pot shooing away the bad vibes with the same gumption that you would get rid of a rat that's got into your kitchen.
In the end, he asked that we give him extra-sweet tea and food, as a token of our gratitude. You'd think the money was enough.
When I told my friend all this, he said that when his grandfather died, the priest told them that the soul for some godforsaken reason would never find peace in his after-life. But for a small sum of five thousand bucks, not only would the priest buy him peace but also given a written guarantee that he wouldn't be reborn as an insect or a toad or whatever.
There's misguided faith and then people buying into such phony offers. A bereaved man's expense is the "God"man's income.
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