I don't know how to tell you this guyz but sometime around the DIWALI my dear MUM went to gurudware, there she met some dude i guess who could tell my horoscope, and sure enough they prepared my birth horrorscope (nope, there's no typo there).It was written in that tiny booklet, which looked more like an owner's manual to me,It was written in some gibberish language ,It made me a little restless and I had indigestion all week thinking about it, how could someone predict what I was going to be like when they have never even met me and. . Without talking to me, without knowing me, some dude just drew up a user manual about me for my mum. And I don't even believe in God, religion and all the mumbo-jumbo associated with it. I wanted to find out how was that possible. What happened to all the science and all the logic that existed with it. But who will unravel all these secrets to me.
Where there's a will, there's a way, of course. So I set out on the internet, looking for "THE" phone number. And then - Jackpot.
I'd found God's own personal phone number. Not the board, but His personal number. As I started dialing the number, my hands somehow started shaking, I was calling God after all. It wasn't OBAMA, it was GOD. Somehow, I managed to dial the number - 1-800-O-My-God. The line on the other side rang for about ten seconds before it was picked up by someone with a very kind voice.
God: Hi, this is God. I'm very sorry, my caller ID unit is not working, so could you please tell me who's calling?
Nandini: Hi, sir. This is Nandini Arya.
God: Oh! Dude! How are you? Long time. I thought you were one of those seeking blessings for a good 'afterlife' once you go out and blow yourself up in my name. Man, I hate that kinda publicity, makes me look so bad. And just so you know, the guy who suggested that PR strategy has been fired. But that bugger leaked out my number to all the call centers in India and they keep harassing me with all the things they are trying to sell these days. Anyway, that's just something I have to deal with. So, tell me, what are you up to these days?
Nandini: Well, sir...
God: Hey, you can call me "dude", man. So, you were telling me what are you up to these days? No mischief, I hope?
Nandini: Oh well, dude. Writing a blog, but that's all, nothing more.
God: Hmm... then it's okay.
Nandini: Anyway, I have had a few questions. You think you have some time?
God: Sure thing, fire away.
Nandini: First of all, what's with all the religious crazies?
God: I don't know, man. I am still confused whether to give them a little more time to clean up their act or show them what the real fuss over Armageddon is all about. And I'm not talking about unleashing Bruce Willis on them, I'm talking the real stuff.
Nandini: Fair enough. And can you please explain to me even when I don't believe in you (sorry about that) and things like religion, rituals, horrorscopes etc., how was that dude able to predict things about me when I was born.
God: Oh dude!! Lucky guess, I'd say. Those guys write just about anything and if it comes true they want all the credit and if anything goes wrong, they wanna have nothing to do with it. Besides, I've seen your file, I remember. Your lifestyle is okay by me, really. So don't sweat it and take it easy.
Nandini: Phew! Big burden off me. Thanks again for everything, dude. Oh, just a thought, have you tried changing the batteries of your caller ID unit?
God: Hey, hey, hey!!! Look who created a genius? Man, I'm good!!
Nandini: Ha! Showoff!!
God: Oi, thou shalt not tempt the lord, huh?
Nandini: Mah bad!!
God: Take care, dude. Have fun and live easy.
With all my questions answered and my belief system intact, I drank cup of milk grabed my book and went of to study.
Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !
