Letter to God - Draft I

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Hello Kaanha...

The greatest of all great men, ever,

Oh Sorry, I can’t really call you men. That will be derogatory, isn’t it? After all you are the God, and this world is yours.

LOL, and I am here posting this to you over Internet. How silly of me. But it’s ok, considering them who say you do exist in every tiny bits of the universe; I hope you will get this message some way or other.

Hmmm… So coming back let me start with appreciating your work. Trust me, you have done a great job in making this splendid work of art – the world. I feel there has been no word coined yet that can truly describe this, its beauty.

From sunrise to sunset, sea to sun, rain to mountains, flowers to fountains, all the creatures and their each and every feature, and then comes the ultimate one – we human. Thank you God, for this world, so beautiful. The world which is blessed to have you as its maker, director, writer, choreographer, lyricist, lights man, and what not.  And the best part is, from time to time, you have been doing cameo roles yourself, in this.

Well you know what, you no doubt came between us, enjoyed our food, our people, and played your part, but the worst thing was you inflicted in us Hope, and taught us to use it, and you left our world long ago. And people are still hopeful about you. That you still exist, that you are still here.  

Lakhs of people worship you, offer you flowers and food, and burn candles at your so called places, but are you really there? And if you do, then doest that place really needs any illumination, than the homes of poor?

Now don’t you dare give me that very excuse of yours that you haven’t asked us any of that. I am no way going to buy that, as isn’t this world your creation. Isn’t everything happens here as per your choice? If not, then why the hell we pray you and are hopeful. Either stop this, or stop that, God.  

You see, am not a theist. Neither am I an atheist. I guess I do believe in you, and I believe everyone who believes in you, be it whatever they call themselves or whatever name they have given you. But at the same time, I don’t want to leave any chance doubting you as well.

Are you really there? Is this your world? Have you really made it? Or may be its just that your creativity is getting old fashioned now.

I doubt why do people celebrate your birthday? And why not your death day because from my eyes, celebrating your death will be more logical in today’s world with all these corruptions, rapes and ruthless killings happening everywhere, all the time.  

Or is it just that you cannot die? Or is it just all some lie? Because if you are not dead, then show us some signs of yourself, God. It’s high time and we cannot see any more of our sisters being raped, brothers massacred, and children starving, and what not.

The climax is getting too long boss. Your picture is starting to get exaggerated and I am afraid I will sleep. I am dying to sing, dance and whistle, God.

Make your entry, God, make your entry… NOW!!!