My Date with The God...

...I was waiting for my date with the God when someone informed me that this might take a little more time. He informed me that due to prior commitments of the God he has to postpone my visit by sometime. I was relaxed yet not very happy with this development as having a busy schedule myself I had taken a lot of pain to visit my source of spirituality. To add salt to my already wounded ego God didn’t have time for me for next 20 years and my flight back home stood delayed for an hour. Nonetheless I was also happy at the same time because this had provided me a welcome respite from my hectic schedule. Though I was fuming with rage as I had lot of business to look into...

My schedule was cut short a day before when this fella showed up at my office requesting my audience. I was busy running through my daily office chores and had just taken out few moments to talk to this guy. Talk would be a certain understatement as I was to show my generosity to this guy and didn't want him to go back empty handed after all what he asked was a few minutes with me.

The guy insisted me to meet God. I interrupted him in between. Did he just say God? I said I didn’t show such grandeur of my nobleness to him just to be mocked upon in return. He was drop dead serious but. He still insisted himself to be an advisor with God and had come to me with an invitation from God. I was like ohh shit...look I have a guy right in front of me requesting me to meet God. Aren't the deads the one who go that way? I pinched myself just to feel the pain or rather confirm my mortal existence which was put to doubt by this humble gentleman. Not once this messenger's presence in my room a frightening experience. I was in a way more at ease with myself with him around. I started becoming greedy and just to make him stay a little longer started conversing with him. I asked him questions and he answered them which such élan that it made me realise the person indeed was a real angel. The serene smile on his face was refreshing and out of the world.

Our conversations ranged from my professional life to personal ones. He listened to my professional ambitions and advised on ways to achieve them without jeopardising the calmness of my life. He listened on how scared I was with new changes in life. How much I feared failures. Although everyone says Failures are pillars to success. But how many of us want to build those pillars? He also gave equal audience to my personal grievances and trust me this was the first time I confided with someone on such issues. I told him how hurt I was when things didn’t move the way I wanted. I also told him how much I wanted love in my life. How tiresome is the journey alone without any shoulders to bend over on. How much alone it felt to be at a place so known and familiar and yet not have anyone to confide to.

He listened to all of these and in a calming style said such soothing words that the frivolous momentary unrest within my heart vaporized in thin air. I realised I just had been completely complaining about life and its brutality to a person so unfamiliar just an hour before and so familiar an hour later. The personification of God himself made me accept his invitation for a quick trip to and fro from HEAVEN. Actually I was greedy too. I also wanted to be at a place which people wanted to be after they were dead. I was happy at the prospect of being the first human to make it alive there. Or is it?

I accepted the offer and bid the guy adieu and that’s when something hit my not so much religiously tilted mind about the bait of killing me. Shit man...This man had given an invitation of my own funeral and I had graciously accepted it. Had my time finally arrived? I was scheduled to die the very next day. Whom should I tell this? I bitched my own self for accepting the invitation to my own death. I went into denial. You people will relate denial as one of the stages one faces in case of a tragedy. I asked my PA about the guy. Had he left any visiting card or any contact or anything worth significance to save my life? I was taken by the magnitude of price I was going to pay for my extravagance in heaven. Rather than living my night peacefully I cried the entire night in front of pictures of my parents, my friends and all those who mattered to me. After all I had so many plans for spending the rest of my life visiting the beautiful places with my loved one. After all I was in love with someone whom I hadn’t expressed my feelings. How can I die without her knowing that I loved her so much so that even moments into death it was only her beautiful face that I carried with myself? How could I screw so much so easily? I couldn’t sleep and was so swollen and choked from inside that meeting God lost its significance and ways to save my existence gained precedence. After entire night sleepless I entered the acceptance stage reconciling myself to my DEATH.

With the first ray of sunlight I heard the call bell at my door. It sent shivers down my spine and believe me within the space of that very moment the feeling of dying swayed across my mind and I died millions of deaths. Just in few moments millions of death. A very bad deal for a business minded manager like me. After being young and vibrant all these years I deserved to die once and that too after 35 or 40 years. I thought of striking the deal off and reverting back on my promise to visit God. But God only knows what hit me... I turned back to take a full view of my home. My parents’ picture. Her picture. I heaved noisily. I shuddered on my way to heaven. During the entire way to heaven my mind was stuck in one single place. My home. On few faces. My parents smiling at me. She longing for me. All through my way I also tried thinking hard of ways to ward off gullible like me out there against such tempting yet life ending chances. But I couldn’t say a word. Not a word.
The way to heaven was very beautiful. After all such temptations are very alluring at start but the end results are very disastrous. To be truthful I couldn’t enjoy a bit my journey. Well how come I was going to enjoy the journey when I was pretty sure I wasn’t coming back. Arriving at the Golden gate I was pretty sore although the calmness up there was assuring and alluring as well. Well even Adam was tempted by prospect of having an apple and committed sin of offending God. I was also unable to ward off the temptation of visiting heaven and here I stood right in front of it .Paying for my sin. I was made to wait in a waiting area and given a mug of coffee and few magazines. I saw many people around chatting and nervous. I felt pity for them. Poor souls. After all they were also tempted into their deaths. One by one people went inside a terracotta door, me supposing it to be God’s study room .I sat down and in my mind started calculating all the good deeds I had done in last few years of my life .I supposed God would me asking them and being a smart manager I wanted my answers to be ready well before the presentation. Trust me I tried a lot but I was left with very few good deeds on me. 29 yrs of existence and only few good deeds to count. Was I living or was I dead already down there on earth. I started praying to myself. Just few more years to make some amends in my life, just few more years when I could live for others and not for myself only. Few more years to bring smile to those needy one’s. Few more years to tell my parents how much I love them. Just few more years. Just few more years...

Then there was an announcement stating that the days schedule has been postponed owing to lack of time. I looked around with desperations in air. I was so mighty pleased at this momentous announcement. Seeing many others I also acted being really disappointed as after all I was looking forward to his audience. I was waiting for my date with the God when someone informed me that this might take a little more time. He informed me that due to prior commitments of the God he has to postpone my visit by sometime. I was relaxed yet was acting not very happy with this development as having a busy schedule myself I had taken a lot of pain to visit my source of spirituality. To add salt to my already wounded ego God didn’t have time for me for next 20 years and my flight back home stood delayed for an hour. Nonetheless I was also happy at the same time because this had provided me a welcome respite from my hectic schedule.

Truth is I was thankful to God for listening to my prayers and giving me those few years of purposeful living rather than just living. I was so pleased to be at home and was relaxed. Deep down the heart I promised myself never to fall for such allures but one thing definitely was for sure. My reincarnation would for sure help many others bringing them smiles. Loads of them. And God for once you could trust me on this. No shit.

Love Story of A Best Frend...

“I Love You”, said a guy to one of his friend. Of course a girl. I never have ever thought about you more than just friendship was the reply from the girl. We are better as good friends so why make it more complicated. And more over we are best friends, so let us be like that.Well, I really like the way a girl says that. But its just a personal opinion.

The guy was taken aback because the response was totally 180 degree opposite to what he expected. He couldn’t say anything and just went to RCA(read root cause analysis) of the whole situation. I would certainly beg people to pardon my office jargons. I hate them but use them quite often.Back to the story, my friend tried to figure out where the feeling of friendship got replaced by the more sinister feeling of love. All the events in his life started to flashback as the pages of history book were ruffled up. They had met as complete strangers. Just a few years back only they had met after all. No response to the query of a single event that brought them together. But yup, things were so beautiful after they had met, for the guy, that he always longed to meet her. Not one single opportunity was left out. One thing led to the other. He always yearned to meet her. Talk to her. Win her confidence, faith and trust. It was growing unbearable for him to contain his love for her in his heart. The mortality rate of expressing one’s feeling was quite high going by the second hand experiences of the guy as he had seen manier friendships wasted completely and people behaving like strangers for the rest of their lives. Our hero was also apprehensive at the possibility of meeting the same fate. After all she was one girl he had liked so very much. What to do was the biggest of all questions. His mind was going crazy. The work place was driving him nuts and the feeling within him was crippling the inner system. He had to come up with a disaster recovery plan. And come up with that real fast. And then he took some advices from his friends and guess wat, it further complicated the situation.

So ultimately after weighing all the pros and cons of expressing his feeling, he came to a conclusion. He thought rather than be a mute spectator to the entire saga and to crib for the rest of life for not being able to express his love, its better to be a martyr, if required. He decided to say the three most important words of his life to one of his best friend. After all not being from a rich family, he only had words to win over her. He only had words to take her heart away. Oh I must have had forgotten to point out that the guy was a simple not so very handsome guy who could sway away any gal off her feet, although he always aspired to be one.

He finally decided a D-day for his project delivery. The deliverables were well prepared so as to avoid any last minute changes. He gathered all his courage and at least expecting a patient hearing called up the girl to come to their favorite meeting place. He came and without preparing any background expressed his feeling.

“I Love You”, said the guy.

Guys he was turned down. No explanations were rendered. But the brazen fact stated coldly were that he was turned down. No explanations what so ever from any of the party. The guy could just ask only this much that would they be friends atleast even after this fiasco. The answer was positive but I really doubted that. The fact is after such incidents when the results are not favorable the distances start to grow. Each one or both avoid meeting and the distances grow so much that even words become impotent to fulfill the void. Even the girl could have been right in taking such decision. No one knows that. The girl might well be in love with some other guy. She might be waiting for a prince handsome, who knows. She had equal right to say no as much as to say yes. But guys I am writing on behalf of my friend so I have to support him. I’ll have to be biased in his favor. After all why friends like me are for????

God of what material are those guys made who once say I love you to a girl and they both get together for the rest of their lives. If not for life, then at least for a couple of years. What happened to my friend afterwards is another story worth writing on later on but he was really shattered and promised never to make best friends again. And if at all make friends then never love them. After all once bitten twice shy.