Saturday, March 14, 2009

Dear Mr. God!!

It was a hard day.I wanted to be in solitude for a while. So, I took a stroll to the nearby park and sat on a bench there. I was immersed in thoughts when I found this notebook beside me. curiously I opened it and flipped through the pages to read the following, I could relate to it so well.

"Dear Mr God!!

Hello, I really don't know where you exist or in what form you exist? They say you are in people's hearts. I searched hard couldn't find you in mine. But I certainly believe, you do exist. God today has been the worst day of my life in ages. I haven't spoken to anyone or even smiled a bit. Well even you didn't help me out today. Coming to the point I just realized something. You are even more confused than I am.

You created the world. Thats something worth appreciating. You really did a very good job. The mountains,oceans,rain ,snowfall,the breeze, the snow fall everything is amazing. You do have some great engineering sense. And you have crafted the interiors of the world in a brilliant way. Hats off to you for that.

You know where u really goofed up. It was when you created man and a woman. I guess you created them by mistake or something, but why the hell did you make them love? Now don't gimme this crap that you didn't create love and that it was just an outcome. You are bloody well responsible for it. With this damn thing called love came an entire package of baddies- hate, envy,jealousy,revenge. And you have the cheek to say love is simple. Love is so complicated and damn you for creating it. And guess what?? No one can live without it. We can live without food but not without love.

This damn love is creating hell for me. It really hurts God. It aches inside me. I wanna cry aloud but no one is listening. You made a mistake god. Love is very painful. Why did you create it. Did you wanna watch a 24X7 soap from the skies by creating this damn thing called Love? You are sadistic!!!

yours sincerely,

Man

PS: Come down from where ever you stay and answer me you SOB. Otherwise I'll come to heaven someday, catch your collar and make you answer me.

The frustrations are truly amalgamated.