And Another god Lies Dead

Been about a week since he died. Which is to say, he got his own time of death wrong by only about 8 years or so. I suppose the megalomania (and I am sure, a very health-conscious lifestyle) did enough to hide from him for a long time the corporeal effects of old age, and by the time he realised he was as prone to breaking his hip as the next old man, it was too late for his pride to allow him to fess up.

There is no wondering about the "why" behind the fact that millions from across the world chose to believe Sathya Sai Baba of Puttaparthi to be a living god. As I keep saying, there is absolutely no dearth of morons in this world. None whatsoever. I mean, which god, no matter which mythos you choose from, has heart attacks, a broken hip or respiratory issues and organ failure? How many times have you even imagined god in a wheelchair?

There are some things though, that the man got right in his endeavour to be god. Megalomania for one. The sorts where he never tired of extolling his omnipresence and omniscience, even if he predicted wrongly the timing of his own death. For two, he established a more or less complete control over his chosen fiefdom, where his word ran parallel to the law of the land. For three, he maintained the belief of his followers in his divinity despite numerous allegations of sexual abuse and paedophilia and of course, despite the many claims of his materialisation of trifles being nothing more than sleight of hand.

But now, he lays under a few feet of earth. From heaven he came, to the earth he must return. Must be a little humbling, I would think. Especially when he nourishes subterranean life. Now that he is gone, there is one thing that is playing heavy on my mind. I wonder when the next smart-ass claiming to be the new reincarnation will turn up. Such a damn shame that it is already too late for me to do any such thing.