Its Sunday morning and Iam lolling around the bed in my friends' place. I usually am at my friends' place on weekends. Waking up at 10:30 and daydreaming in bed because you know its Sunday - as close to Nirvana as us lesser mortals can get.
Tringgg . The sound of the doorbell rudely interrupts me. Must be the house maid. I unwillingly pull myself up because my friends have not yet woken up, the lazy buggers. I go and open the door.
"Good Morning Sir", says this smart looking chap, carrying a book in his hands.
"Good Morning", I reply.
"Sir, can you spare me 5 minutes?".
Sure buddy all the time in the world for you, today Iam at peace with the world.
"Sir, this is my sister".
There is a girl with him. I look closely. And more closely still.This guy is of the kaarvarnan, colour , popularised by our Lord Krishna, while she is much fairer. However three bottles of Haywards 5000 the previous night and going to sleep without dinner, have left me waking up in no mood to ponder the profound mysteries of Life. So I decide to let it pass.
"Sir,for five minutes reflect that God has given you the power to change something that you feel is wrong with the world. What would you choose?"
A no-brainer , really. Poverty leaps to my mind.
"The one thing I would like most to change in this world is the poverty. The sight of half clad children, without any clothes..." , I stopped. I had just realized that other than a flimsy pair of shorts, I wasnt wearing anything else.
"Can you give me one minute?" , I manage to mutter.
"sure Sir", my readily agreeable friend nods.
I hurriedly went in and put on a Tshirt. Came back.
"Sir, like you mentioned earlier, try imagining a world without poverty". I try my best to look like Iam trying to imagine.
"How do you feel , Sir"?
"Very Happy".
"Good, now I will show you a picture of how such a world will look like?"
That said he shows me a picture of some happy looking people. Iam bit disconcerted to find only laughing Caucasian blondes. So doesnt God have any plans for us pagan Indians, I think? But his next statement clears all my doubts.
"Sir, if you see carefully, even animals are happy, not only humans". Surely if even animals are going to be happy, not to worry about Indians, savages though they may be.
"And one more thing, Sir, in this happy world, there will be no wicked people". Bingo , that means most of my friends will not make it, but a small price to pay for The Happy World.
"Sir, if you are free next week, I will have a friend come over and speak to you in detail".
"Thats alright , but I dont live here".
"Sir , if you can give me your address , I will ask my friend to come over to your place".
Bzzz , went a warning buzzer in my head. During Deepavali, Hindus have a custom of lighting their houses, hoping to attract Goddess Lakshmi, who would bring riches and wealth. But surely this was different. No riches here, only happiness.
"Tell you what, I will be here next week. Ask your friend to come over next week".
And so I wait with bated breath for the next Divine Message.
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I am thinking of suing you for an IP theft
You sat on the material for two days, buddy . And IP rights belong to the person who had the experience, not to the friend in whose house said person was staying :p.
Well, your messenger *actually* woke me up early this morning. A bit of probing brought me here. Well, that gave me another version of the same story as well, which goes like this:
"Sir,for five minutes reflect that God has given you the power to change something that you feel is wrong with the world. What would you choose?"
(Thinks) Heywards 5000 should not be this strong. Just three bottles, and now I have a strong hangover. I want a world where Haywards 5000 gives instant kick but no hangover, irrespective of how much ever I drink.
Well, that doesn't seem so good to disclose to this stranger. So let me choose poverty instead, even if I am least bothered about it.
"Sir , if you can give me your address , I will ask my friend to come over to your place".
(Thinks) This bugger spoiled my day when the others are enjoying their sleep. This is unfair. So I am going to tell him to come here next week early in the morning. My dear friends deserve it for making this mistake (of not waking up!).
Well, "chakkinu vechathu kokkinu kondu". As you know by now, I am the who suffered by the evil tricks played by Mr. Sachin. You are going to pay for this....
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