I wrote this toward the end of our seminar in India. It was primarily in response to my growing discomfort with my own feelings of entitlement, which I feel are the residues of colonialism. Perhaps I over-simplified the meaning of "Guest is God," but hopefully the poem likewise exposes some truth (with a lowercase "t").
Guest is God
The proverb is odd: Guest is God. But I guess Guest guessed that he earned the job, or at least the title: Boss. He felt entitled so he took the game and changed the odds,
He became shameless – first he took riches, now he takes pictures, the fixtures of orientalism create divisions. Make the Hindu hate the Muslim, make the Christian hate the Jew. Imagine what faith could do to abate religious riots like in 2002. Or, maybe it has to do with Guest is God. Because the hostess gets roasted by Colonialists who robbed and cheated create tension between the temple and the mosque, between Allah and many gods, to turn inner peace-seeking people to angry mobs. Don’t you see the reverse psychology? In America we call them FOBs but here in India, Guest is God. And that’s pretty prob-lematic if hierarchy is automatic then when your guest comes with that Automatic you automatically retreat, accept defeat, submit to a higher power even if guest is god is really supposed to mean guest is family, I still see extreme vulnerability with that approach or maybe it’s the Western reproach that I need to wrap my mind around a rational reason to be kind otherwise you’re the only one encroached upon and it’s like self-defense that touch me or my loved ones and see how quickly I reject the precepts of non-violence. Because I see the world as full of humans. So I guess my proverb stated best is Guest is Human. Or, Guest is Guest, by definition, nothing more and nothing less.