The Father, the Son, and the Holy Rave Party


The Father, the Son, and the Holy Rave Party

Illustration: Akshita Monga


here I was at work, attempting to look busy while scrolling through Facebook, when it hit me between the eyes. I’d stumbled upon an FB group called Stop Religious Conversion in India, which had a video of a Christian prayer meeting in Kerala. You know the template: A man of God speaks in rousing tones – and unintelligible language – to a large congregation of (often) sari-clad women and sends them into an epileptic tizzy by bumping their foreheads with the palm of his hand.

In the video unfolding before me, such a man was purportedly attempting to convert people to Christianity through the power of a blue CD. His flock was rolling all over the place, doing their best Amy Winehouse impressions (both pre- and post-mortem) and head banging like Lars Ulrich. But what this leader of the flock was doing was pulling the wool, from the lamb of God no doubt, over the eyes of people – who were just as much a part of the charade.