Whose dough is it anyway?

People get into in the intricacies of life, they fall sick, they get hit by natural calamities, their living becomes unbearable. They persevere in their daily dealings in spite of adverse turn of events with the undying faith that the Almighty would pave a way for them to live in their place in the sun. This, they did by way they knew best. They frequented the house of abode of the Lord, made here on Earth by men who claim to possess divine wisdom or spiritual connexion. They, in a way, bribed the Gods with worldly possessions like money, gold, precious stones and various alms in the hope that the Divine Powers be pleased with their subservience. By twist of fate or divine intervention, things actually improved. Serenity was returned. Forget about the occasional tragedies - God knows best, look at the bigger picture, it is the Butterfly effect, bla, bla...

30kg Golden idol valued at Rs 5 000 000 000

These halls of worship become too small for its congregations. Peasants and even rich zaminders follow suit in this way of herd mentality and mass hypnotism. It became coolest place to be hanging around. It became the meeting place to procure new business clients and ventures. This status symbol had to depict the greatness of the village to keep up with the Joneses. The rich contributed to the grandiosity in the understanding that they and their family members would be the leaders for generations.

Time trickled on.... Invaders came...Emperors reigned...Empires crumpled with self destruction...but the temple hanged on. This seemingly low profile temple somehow escaped the fancy of fortune seekers and invaders (divine protection or otherwise) but continued at business as usual. Upheaval and uncertainties were fertile grounds for theological assistance. Hive of activities in the temple (now a golden shrine) go on....

Fast forward to the next few millenia....

Due to the curse of the Gods or a case of 'too small the cake for too big a crowd to lick', the general  poverty and infrastructure around the temple have hardly improved over time. The new socialist minded committee were reminded of the temple's secret vaults and their bottomless pit of wealth which could be used for betterment on the needy. That started the snowball of events.

Suddenly, the sharkly black draped men of the law manifest out of thin air. The superior protector of law and order have decreed that the vaults be shut and the temple wealth be frozen till further notice. Then the debate began! Whose wealth is it anyway?

Does it belong to the temple committee who were given the enviable task of custodians of the temple wealth who would decide on the destiny of the treasure? Or should it be nationalized and the wealth utilized for good of masses? Yeah, right!

 How about the temple forming a trust to improve living conditions and future of those living in that vicinty? If only human can agree or they waiting for a divine intervention for common sense to prevail?