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I don’t believe much in god. I deal with him quite cunningly, that is, I rarely have him in my head or heart during the times when I sail smooth and only very rarely I resort to him while crossing the turbulent seas. But this post is not about god. The opening word of my post was going to be “god” so I though I should specify my stance on god.

God made this world and the man. God keeps all of us happy.

Well, I admit I could have written the sentence in non-specific indirect speech but in that case I’d not have used the word “god” and omission of the word is something I cannot afford. Referring to god puts me in good light, theist, optimist and smiling! That’s the profile of a suitable and a paragon creature. What else does this lend to the image that I generate of myself in the speculative eyes of the reader? I must seem to be virtuous because it follows from the opening sentence studded with my reliance on the almighty that I’m god fearing so I may do no wrong. The truth is that before I started writing I hadn’t imagined that such benefits I would reap by use of a trivial word god! The same god, whom I have never seen or held his firm hands. Why? Because he is beyond my base sense organs, because I have veiled my eyes with a film of sin and more sin, etc. etc. The same god, who ensures justice, gives all the worthy men and women a place in his blessed land, but never comes to heal their wounds on earth; or to relieve them of the hunger pangs. Yes the same god! And see, in addition to all this, he provides instant mileage to my blog!

PS: the actual blog is only one sentence but thanks to god, it ain't that short anymore!