All in God’s Work

God: So, how’s it going?

Apprentice: Same old same old. Strife, war, peace at places. Nothing out of the ordinary.

God: Hmm, something I expected, but really hoped it wouldn’t come to.

Apprentice: Really, you actually don’t know the course this world will take?

God: No. I can only observe. I never even knew that human beings would come into existence, let alone their fate. So what I set into motion was a domino effect, a chain of events if you will, culminating into the state of Earth as it is today.

Apprentice: So, you don’t have a bearing on what happens everyday?

God: No. But in a way, I’m the biggest causal effect that the universe ever had. So, a major reason of what is happening today is me. But that is because I triggered the genesis of it all.

Apprentice: So are human beings fools to be praying to you, preaching your name?

God: The design of the universe facilitated the emergence of a dominant organism. I never thought it’d be those monkeys, but look where they stand now.Yet, the more profound realities of this universe remain quite unknown to them.They are only at a nascent stage of self-realization.It will take time for them to truly understand what my and their existence means.So if they do not self-destruct, they are in the right path to do so.
So, they shall struggle to know what I truly am, they mistake me for their caretaker and ultimate savior, but time will come when they realize that I’m just a creator, a being, who didn’t even expect their existence a few billion years ago. But ultimately, they should get there, ultimately they shall realize that I’m as perplexed, as normal and as ‘humane’ as they are. Only stronger.

Apprentice: Hmm, food for thought…

God: Enough for today, let’s get t work. This universe won’t make itself. 

The Friend Upstairs

I walk these white halls, following this man, who somehow understands my language.

 My short life has been filled with questions, the most intriguing of them walking right in front of me.

 A man who not just understood my urge for hunger or play, but who also could talk to me.

I do not understand, a moment ago, I was a stones throw away from a speeding vehicle, and now I’m in these serene surroundings, and with this equally quaint man.

 Confused, I asked,”Who are you?”, to which the tall,thin man with long hair and similarly long beard smiled and said, “Just a friend.”

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GODS

Aman was a 12th std. student in Delhi. He led a normal life, except for the fact that he could lift a truck with his right pinky.

Yes, Aman was a superhero. He saved women, banks, kittens, the president and did his chemistry projects.

That day had been particularly taxing on him. He usually sprains his wrist when he lifts a dozen cars at a time. Aman dragged himself to his room and dozed off instantly.

That night, he had a dream. Not one of the horrible ones, in which you are a mute spectator, but the rare ones, which you feel are under your control. Aman flew past cities, past the Himalayas, and into a, dark, deep tunnel, leading into a cave.

There he saw, an old, frail, breaded man stooped, and chained so heavily that he could hardly see a patch of skin, except for his head. The man looked up and Aman saw a face so featureless, yet screaming out for something, help, maybe, Aman thought. His eyes were sea blue, swollen and very dry.

With a weak, but probing voice, the man spoke, “So, finally, you’ve come.”

Aman was confused, “You know me? How come…But I don’t.Who are you?.”

“You see Aman, this world, this universe is all about balance. Everything you see is always at balancing its negative self. “

“Mountains are there to balance the craters and trenches, air to counter water, hatred for love, good for bad. So when you earned those amazing powers, you terribly shook the balance of the creators great work.”

All this was over-whelming for Aman, “Wait. I save the day and I’m blamed for it? What balance is this now, eh?”

“You used your power to help mankind and not otherwise, those are your values and your good nature. But you are a superhuman and there needed to be a counter-force for you too. And that force, is me.”

“Yes, I’m weak, frail, these chains are the burdens of hopes and aspirations of all man and animal kind. I take their misfortunes, their pain and suffering.”

Aman,”But I thought I do that.”

“You wipe off their tears, I keep them. All the pain and suffering don’t vanish, they come to me.”

Aman, “So, why call me here?”

“Because the time has come. We must switch places. It is your turn to be the hope-keeper now.” And the man raises his hand towards Aman.

Aman reluctantly puts his hand forward,”But who are you? And how do you know me?”

“I…, We, are the creator’s two most trusted men. Commonly known as GODS.”

As both touch each others’ hands. A SNAP.

Adam wakes up with a start. He gingerly walks up to his balcony and flies out into the Manhattan skyline for his early morning vigil.