Never On A Sunday

It was Connie Francis who sang *Never on a Sunday* and made it her own. She
warns everyone in this song not to kiss her on a Sunday as it is her day of
rest! While thinking of her well known song I feel in my heart the need to
say a thank-you to her even though she is no more with us for giving me the
cue for this article. For whenever I'm in Goa on a Sunday, not only is
Sunday a day of rest for me but something more.


I am from a village in south Goa along the busy tourist coastal belt.
Sunday, which is a weekly church going day for most Roman Catholic people,
can be quite restful. After mass, however, a lot of local folks congregate
in cafes along the coastal villages and towns in south as well as north
Goa, and indulge in a hearty breakfast of deep fried foods most of which -
you guessed it - are not at all healthy. I always make it a point whenever
I can to visit various cafes along the coast and coastal villages where I
often feel like a voyeur, all good clean fun though. It is as if Goan Roman
Catholic spirituality has been satiated for the day, can take no more, and
it is now time to balance body and spirit. Please spread the word widely so
Indian and foreign tourists can also participate and enjoy this
after-church-breakfast-activity and restaurants which specialize in Sunday
morning after church breakfasts can do even better business than now. God
bless the good people, the ones who cater to the faithful and the ones who
enjoy an after church breakfast too. I only wish the food were a lot more
healthy.


"It's not necessary to believe in God to be a good person," said Pope
Francis recently.  Nice to hear the good news as I do not believe in God
nor do I go to church. An important and radical comment if you consider the
statements of previous popes and leaders of the Roman Catholic Church over
decades and centuries. Maybe shocking, even.


A good man, this pope is, although I've always viewed the papal seat as the
devil's workshop. Will I go to hell for my belief? If so, will I be
condemned and deep fried unlike Italians who go to hell but  are given
olive oil and not high cholesterol coconut oil. Life is not fair, is it?
Now the current pope who is also a great man is sadly trying to revive a
two thousand year old dead body. It is too late. He should walk away from
his own Church the way King Edward VIII who was the British monarch and
head of the Church of England did in 1936 when he walked away from the
throne all for the sake of the woman he loved! Another great man, indeed.
If the Pope walks away from the papal seat he will create a big bang which
will reverberate all around the world even filtering into our media and
local newspapers. Breaking news, this.


Most people know every silver lining has a dark cloud and Sunday for people
like me can be more stressful than restful. For, you see, whenever I meet
someone on Sunday on the street or anywhere else, the usual how-are-you
greeting, is invariably followed by I'm-going-to-church or
I'm-coming-from-church statement invariably emblazoned on a pious-looking
face. They look more fearsome than my idea of hell. As John Stewart often
said on his late and famous show, ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for
the international moment of Zen and, for me personally, the all-important
question: Have you been to church?


That question I have heard more times than my math skills allow me to keep
track. My deep belief in living harmoniously brings me almost to my knees
every time I hear the question even though I'm not in church. The truth is
simple: I do not on a Sunday visit God's house - church or temple or mosque
or any other- as it is not God's. The edifice in fact - old or new - is
made by men and women. That is not God's effort, it is the effort and glory
of the human ego.


When people step out of the holy edifice of whichever religion it may
represent - no doubt made by human beings - and then go beyond the human
made asphalt car parks and compound walls only then do they enter God's
house. What human beings have built since the beginning of history can
never be attributed to God. That is our wonderful ego which has the same
meaning in all languages in the world whichever way it is spelt - Romi or
Devnagiri or any other. And, it is for this reason, and our extremely
egotistic way of thinking which makes it so easy for us human beings to
destroy the environment - air, water, mud, trees, … God's house!


When I'm next in Goa I'll visit after-church-breakfast-eateries where I
will not indulge myself by eating oily food as it is not good for my
health, and besides, I'm diabetic although I promise only to look. As the
Kashmiri salesmen and saleswomen love to say: looking is free!

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