Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Creator

He imagines Her body as thousands before have done, in millennia before him. Nothing really changes in that figure, in the number of hands, in the coterie surrounding Her.

And yet, as he strokes the clay with pride, with adoration, he feels a sense of ownership, a sense of creation, of belonging and oneness with this idol that will soon bring the world to its knees.

That people will worship, confess their fears and hopes to.

Still, in this act of worship, of devotion, of sculpting out of clay the shape of his worship, of feeling powerful, is there not something he forgets to remember?

He gives the world idols to worship. But who can give them faith?

16 comments:

Kodi's Mom said...

WOW! thats it. just wow.

and meant to comment on your handwriting post, but had blogger trouble. totally feel the same way (Tho my handwriting was nothing to write home abt) I think I can't write more than my shopping list without my knuckles hurting...how sad is that.

anja said...

beautiful post..is this inspired by a sculptor of Kali for poojo?

Well Heeled said...

"He gives the world idols to worship. But who can give them faith?"

Absolutely loved it!

Anamika said...

Kodi's Mom: Thanks :) Feels so good to see praise first thing in the morning! And yes, shopping lists are about it for me too. But you know, after this post, I re-started my journal habit, in an actual paper diary!!! With a turquoise blue pen! Contemplating getting some ink pens too!

Anja: Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment. You're right. Except I was thinking of Durga Puja because that's closer!

Well heeled: Thank you thank you!

Anonymous said...

That was beautiful and thought provoking as well.

Anamika said...

hey anony-nony-mous :) Tell me your name! Or are you 'nameless' like me? Thanks for commenting!

eve's lungs said...

That's beautiful Anamika . Sometimes it seems that all this hoo haa for four days is just a lot of claptrap because we conveniently forget all that is good and right the rest of the year .

Squiggles Mom said...

That was beautiful.. very poetic even in prose.

Anamika said...

Eve's Lungs: I completely agree. Durga Puja is more about the food and the clothes and the social networking than the prayers :) But, maybe that's why it is so much fun!

SM: Hey, thanks for dropping by and for the kind words!

OrangeJammies said...

ooooh! loved this one!
Listen, girl...we *have* to meet up!
When?

Sweta Gandhi-Shah said...

o creater..where is ye faith?

If he feels a sense of belonging while creating the idol,
The idol is well made
If the idol is well made, it will project onto others the same sense of belonging
The faithless will come into the fold..as long as the creator has faith :)

Anamika said...

OJ: You tell me when!

Sweta: I like your interpretation!

the mad momma said...

anna: i told you you were wasting time hunting for talent when you are one of them!

Anamika said...

MM: :-D yes yes, the book will be written now!!!

Tharini said...

I am running out of words. I'm serious. I am bowled over by your simple, magnetic writing. Its stunning...every word, every thought. Keep going. Be tireless about writing. And keep going. The pleasure of reading you is like a spray of cool mist on a hot hot day.

Anamika said...

Tharini: Wow. Such patience to have written all those comments. And thank you for the finely worded comment. I feel so good after reading them!