Five Younger Gods

Welcome to Day 2 of the guest posts series!

Today’s guest writer is once known as ‘The Fool’. He believes life has become too hectic and mechanical. Finding idle time is like an oasis in the journey through the desert of day-to-day life. He reads and writes (speaks his mind without fear or favour) during his free time at “Lucifer House Inc.” He churns out fiction, poetry, satire and other literary art works. He believes any true work of art is priceless and appreciates a kind word of appreciation acknowledging his work.

Okay, without further ado, let me welcome Cart Hick TF of Lucifer House Inc. to pen down his thoughts. The stage is all yours!

This was a long time ago. A very long time ago! There were people then and people now. But all that people then did was going to office. Every day they got up in the morning, brushed their teeth, finished their morning ablutions, had breakfast and went to office. From morning to evening, they slogged and came back home, tired. Waiting for them at home, was this small box, made especially for idiots. It held them glued till they feel asleep. Next morning they got up, again brushed their teeth, finished their morning ablutions, had breakfast and went to office. So their life went on and on, never ending in its drudgery.

Some of the people tired of their wretched lives escaped from the concrete jungles into the mazes of imagination and prayed. They did severe penance for years and years till finally the Great God Intahnato appeared before them. They told Him their tale of woe and sought salvation. He thought for a while and then said, “Let there be blogs.” And then there were blogs. Over the next five days, the God worked without rest – creating blogs of every genre – tech blogs, fashion blogs, satire blogs, travel blogs, literary blogs. On the seventh day, tired after his toil, He sat down to rest. As He rested He broke out into a song.

This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none,
And this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home.

Out of the song emerged the five younger Gods – the Gods of the blog-o-sphere. As the time passed, grand temples were erected for the Gods, filled with high priests, medium priests and low priests. Devotees flocked to the temples to receive the blessings of their favorite deity. Huge tomes were written enshrining the teachings of the Prophets of the Gods.

The followers of the first God were the most energetic. You would find them everywhere – in the markets and the streets, in the inns and the town halls. They climbed on to the roofs and shouted till their throats went hoarse, “Come one. Come all. Come read my blog post. Come! Come! Come! All you need to do is click this link to find out how lovely are my words. Come discover all the wonders of the world. Learn about Samsung, Mountain Dew and Dove. Here there be shampoos and jewels, cosmetic and drinks. Here there be medicines and foods – real and unreal. “

The second God was the most demanding one. He told his followers – “Thou shall stick thy posteriors to thy seats and write. Not for you the contests and prizes. Not for you the fancy trips and sponsored revelry. Thy only friends are thy words.” True to the word of their Lord, they just wrote, dedicating their lives to the service of the words they loved. Their words, dug out from the deepest of dictionaries and thesauruses, polished through edits and reedits, shone with the brilliant dazzling light that blinded their readers. Such was the grandeur of these palaces of words that those of feeble heart even feared to walk in their shadows.

The third God was the most merciful. He showered bounties on his followers. They were bestowed with Midas touch that turned the humblest of words to pure unadulterated gold. People flocked to their blogs by droves and they were soon becoming demi God themselves with their own priest hoods. People treasured and shared, quoted and retweeted their every word. Laurels awaited them around every corner. That was the benediction of the roast beef.

The fourth brother, unable to compete with his elder brothers in terms of quality decided to make it up through quantity. He gathered all manner of followers to himself, promising all that his brothers offered and more. Everyone was welcome to his temple irrespective of caste, creed, color or gender. Like all the younger siblings of more illustrious elder siblings, this God lived in constant despair that often caught up with his followers as well. The devotee bloggers tried their best to promote their posts but could not quite manage the missionary zeal. They tried to work their spell with words but the magic was missing. They strived hard to turn their words to gold, but achieved as much success as the alchemists of the old.

The fifth brother was the crippled God – bitter and disgruntled in the knowledge that he would never match the three illustrious elder brothers. His children rose from the depths of his temple – dark and hungry – mocking and scoffing at the children of the ‘Greater’ Gods. “You cheap spammers and mercenaries – you are the filth of the blog-o-sphere,” they said to the children of the ‘One who Went to the Market’. “You prudes- your high and mighty ways will lead to your downfall. Your ivory towers shall be razed down and you shall be brought shattering to the ground,” they said to the Children of the ‘One who stayed at Home.’ “You cheats, you frauds, you pretenders! Wait till Lady Luck turns her face the other way, you soldiers of fortune. Then your Midas touch shall bring you the same fate as Midas of old,” they said to the Children of the ‘One who had Roast Beef’. “You losers, leave your losing ways behind and come join us,” was all they had to say to the Children of the ‘One who had None’. “Wee, wee, wee,” wailed the God spreading sorrow amongst his followers. Into the world they went wailing ‘Wee, wee, wee,” spreading the sorrow and growing their tribe by the day.

And that my dear friends, is not the end of the story, but the beginning. The final battle is still coming. Choose your side wisely.

Thank you so much Cart Hick TF for writing the second post of the guest post series. It was my pleasure to have you here. And to my dear readers, thank you so much for reading! If you want to read more of Cart Hick TF’s work, stop by his blog. You can also read his story “Bellary” published in the book “Sirens Spell Danger.”

Here is a contest for the readers, all you need to do is to guess the next guest writer. The person with the maximum number of correct guesses will win a FlipKart Voucher. Clue is “She is a published author and writes in a secret place!” See you tomorrow! Stay Tuned!

0 Replies to “Five Younger Gods”

  1. Superb TF. I wince and smile sheepishly at the same time as I say this, because I fall in one of these categories, or maybe more :p. I want to be in some of the other categories too.


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