Lucifer’s Angel

I wrote this for the college magazine's guest column. So ignore the cheek.

“Hah! I am a thorn in His heart, Gabriel, always with Him. You go on, chant His name in vain, He thinks of me more than He ever will of you.”

So well, Satan, before he became the cool (or the burning hot?) commander-in-chief of hell, was an angel like others. Obedient, shiny, translucent and generally sad. And then he refused to bow before the mound of earth that was to become Adam, and was kicked out of heaven. So he vowed to make sure man turned against heaven. And he did well, Forbidden stuff being done, and man learning what was good and what wasn’t.
Imagine all the things you want today, all lust, all covetousness, all are offspring of the Original Sin. All awesomeness, everything desirable is it. Without Satan’s effort “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls, Jack” wouldn’t have happened. Neither would have the king of good times been born. No happy hours. No LAN. No grudge against people with LAN equipped hostels. No KFC.

No tank tops. No eight pack abs.

And no Batman.

Imagine a world without competition and pride. (Sorry for depressing you further, but we need to fill printing space here so bear with me). A world without passion. No difference between the righteous and the wicked, for there are no wicked. Our lives would have been an obnoxious shade of bright white. Do we really want a world devoid of all sin? No!

A species without knowledge of good and evil would have been a dull species (actually, I am not sure if it should be called a species, given that the art of making progeny wouldn’t have been known to it). Most things that we love most in the world are direct consequences of sinful states of mind.

We are so weird. We like indulgence, we love it actually, and yet we scream our lungs out against it. We probably like to tell ourselves that we are pure innocent beings. We like to constantly believe that we love being chaste, diligent and docile. But we also like blaming Satan for all our faecal matter. We made him sound so bad that we ended up making him the epitome of all that we like doing but shouldn’t. It’s time we came to terms with the fact that we are in general, a bad species. And really, there’s nothing we can do about it. We like being bad, but we don’t like believing it.

We owe our very existence to Satan, for without him, Adam and Eve wouldn’t even have looked at each other!

Sin is good. Indulge.