I love it when people clap

No this is not an original title. I’ve just whacked it off a comment on Polka’s post.

People have different viewpoints of religion. What is divinity to one is senseless to some. Personally, I think I fall into the category of people who really don’t care. As long as my maid turns up, as long as banks calls me on regular intervals offering me personal loans and gold credit cards, and as long as the politicians are throwing dirt at each other on prime-time news, I know all is well with the world, with or without god. I do not pretend to go out of my way condoning it or taking a particularly strong irreligious stand, and on the other hand I do not remember the last time I entered a place of worship {barring of course, my failed attempts at trying to sneak into a Zoroastrian place of worship with TeaLight and see what the whole thing is all about – apologies on behalf of my juvenile delinquent mind. I respect their need for privacy regarding their religion.}
Also, almost never do I look up to god, in the sense, looking helplessly up in the sky and asking for meaning, direction, help or just plain blatant favours from it. I do not make pacts and deals with it - please let this happen, and in turn, I shall do this. My point is, I rather make a more convincing deal where I might actually end up sticking to my part of the promise with relevant people who might have the powers, so to say, to give me whatever it is that seems to be the biggest thing in my life at that point.
However, I do have my own version of divinity. And here’s what it is on a hot, sweaty summer day when temperatures are soaring and you begin t wonder if people would really have an objection if you decided to make a bikini top and loincloth tied around your bottoms the new summer 08 staple wardrobe – Chilled Thai raw papaya salad with roasted chopped peanuts sprinkled on it to balance the tanginess.
I would consider worshipping it even.