Oh God, Why didn’t I come to you before?


Though I am a Christian, I hate to attend church. For me church is a tortuously boring place. However, this year’s Easter day, my wife cajoled me into attending church. I told her I would rather stand outside the compound than go in and listen to all the ‘gyan’ of the priest.

When I reached the church, I was absolutely blown away by what I saw. Almost all the ladies had chosen to attend church in western formals with a free show of their legs. Everywhere I turned, I only saw legs, legs and more legs. My eyes almost popped out.

I found a place to sit outside the church and continued to revel in the beauty of all those legs that walked past me. Half way through the Holy Service – no, no, not the one I was doing, my wife came searching for me. With a wicked smile she said, “Enough of seeing” – this is the good and bad thing about having a wife who knows you well enough, she continued, “now come inside – the priest is going to deliver the sermon” and dragged me inside the church.

The scene inside the church was even more fascinating. The first two rows near the alter were occupied by the ‘leg’ ladies. The audiences at the back were looking at the ladies in the front, the ladies at the front were looking at the priest and the priest was looking at the sky – it looked like either he was too shy to look at the ladies or he simply couldn’t thank his stars enough!!

I do not want to question the morality of wearing short skirts or anything revealing in the name of western formals to a holy place like Church, but I only think it’s a sin from my part to have leered at all those legs in a holy place like that!!

But, honestly, my only feeling when I left the church after two hours of Service was, “Oh God, why didn’t I come to you before?”

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P.S: This is not an attempt to convert people to Christianity!!

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About Joshi Mukard (81 Articles)
The author is a wandering soul with no place to call his home town. He was born in Kerala, brought up in several parts of Tamil Nadu, and currently living in Bangalore, shifting his base across the city on a yearly basis with fellow (unfortunate) wanderers, his wife (Libena) and little daughter (Tanaya). Despite all these, the author is a happy soul with no complaints on anything. He wakes up in the morning and sleeps at night and in-between he ducks, stumbles and dances through this world.

18 Comments on Oh God, Why didn’t I come to you before?

  1. Joshi ji… have been following your blog for quite some time now.. Just love your topics.. Though it’s kinda ROFL , it has a message that needs to conveyed..
    Great going..

    • Joshi Mukard // May 17, 2012 at 10:59 am // Reply

      Never knew you are a follower. Thanks. Well, let me subscribe your blog!!

      yes, there’s a message – let only the ears willing to listen, hear it!!

  2. confession?! 🙂

  3. hahaha.. 😀

  4. It was God’s way of making you turn to religion. Next Sunday you”ll get to see more.

    • Joshi Mukard // May 24, 2012 at 6:56 am // Reply

      hahahaha….God’s ways are strange, but they are effective. See, how religious I have become in just one visit!!

  5. ha!! I hope at least now you understood why do “uncles” and teenage guys gear up ,that too on a Sunday morning, to go to church..
    but better late than never..as long as Libena thinks that you are moulding into a god fearing guy,all should be well with you 😛 😛

  6. hahahahhahahahhaha…that was too funny and sweet. Whats sweeter is the way u mention ure wife 🙂 i’ve visited before and what always strikes me is how sweetly u write abt ure wife. Cheers to that!
    And cheers to the leggy humor! 😀

  7. Agree with Purba:) You will now be regular in visit to the Church!

  8. Father he knows not what he is doing!!

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