After hearing my cry, Lord Brahma decides to stop by. For those that aren’t aware of Lord Brahma; He is the “God of Creation” as per Hindu mythology.
Me: (temporarily blinded by the bright light behind Brahma, I protect my eyes with the back of my left hand. Now, yelling) Can you please turn off the blinding light from behind you?
Brahma: I am sorry my son, I can only dim it.
Me: Then do it.
Brahma: As you wish.
Me: Now, who the fuck are you?
Brahma: (taken aback) Oh. Oh. Easy. Tone down. I heard your cry and decided to stop by. I was actually passing by.
Me: You didn’t answer my question. Who you are?
Brahma: I am your Creator, my son.
Me: Liar, Liar, pants on fire. I thought my Parents did.
Brahma: Sure they did. But I was the facilitator.
Me: Holy crap!
Brahma: Please do not say those words. It is considered blasphemous.
Me: Are you trying to pull some bullshit like the right wing groups and curtail my freedom of speech?
Brahma: *sigh* Whatever, you say son. Alright, how can I help you?
Me: I am fucked up.
Brahma: Oh, that is not an issue. I’m sure the rest are fucked up in a way or two.
Me: That is not my problem. I am fed up with the superstitious practices and the discriminatory nature of the Society that I live in.
Brahma: (bursts out in laughter) Is that *the problem*?
Me: What makes you to laugh? I mean, take my shoes for a week or two. You will know what I’m saying?
Brahma: Holy molly. I simply pity human beings. You guys are totally caught in some bullshits in the name of religion. Heck. We don’t give a damn about it in the Heavens.
Me: Really?
Brahma: Yeah. I mean, I can’t even remember the last time somebody said something superstitious that offended our Secretary of Destruction (err… Defense), Lord Shiva or the Treasury Secretary, Lord Vishnu. It is quite cool out there. I meant the attitude.
Me: So, you guys don’t really care whatever B.S. that these folks do out here in the name of satisfying or to please you?
Brahma: Nah! Nobody gives a damn about it. We are busy working out an algorithm to minimize the expanding global population. Whenever there is a delay in employing our algorithm we supplant that with destruction through nature. This helps us to keep the population under certain level of check.
Me: (shrugging my shoulders) You guys do have some project meetings, deadlines etc.?
Brahma: Shit yes! The rapid iterative discussion cycles are fucking pain in the arse!
Me: (nodding my head in semi-belief) Ah ha…
Brahma: Alright. I cannot continue to share certain things that are against the Non-disclosure-agreement. From your cry, I understand that you are pissed off with the Society.
Me: Sort of.
Brahma: Well son, let me tell you this. You are not in God forsaken Pakistan or Wazaristhan or Sudan or UP. Son, be happy with your life. You got reasonably good Parents and a comparatively better life. Make use of it.
Me: (displaying a confused stare)
Brahma: (getting philosophical) You exist because of the people in the opposite end of the spectrum. If they cease to exists then there is no purpose in your life. (turning pragmatic) So, just say “fuck off” if you aren’t comfortable with something and move on. I got shit load of work ahead and am running behind schedule.
Me: Hey. Hey. Can you fix the bad roads in my locality. I’ve been having a tough time with the Corporation Officials.
Brahma: *sigh* That is something that is totally out of my control and I cannot help you with it. (hush hush) At Heavens, we have totally lost hope with your Government and Politicians. That is the curse of your lifetime. (vanishes away)