Dear Mr. God,
Hope you doing well! But, don’t ask me how I’m doing here because I’m not in a mood to tell you. By the way, I’ve got some questions for you, and I want you to answer them all, NOW!
My First Question
Why this fan hanging over my head runs so fast?
I just can’t help it! I want to pull out this stupid fan from the ceiling over my head and throw it out from the window nearby. But, my colleagues don’t agree; they want this fan right here; I fear they’ll be happy throwing me out (from the same window nearby) rather than throwing this stupid fan which runs so fast over my head.
So, God, can you help me out? I mean, can you? I mean… I’m waiting!
My Second Question
Why this constant tooth-ache?
The moment I sink my front 5 teeth in my favourite choco bar ice-cream, this stupid corner tooth of mine starts paining me; it does the same when I try to gulp down a few sips of tea.
This Saturday, I went to a dentist; he took an x-ray of my tooth, applied some wetty stuff on the tooth and flashed a smile all across his face. “Hmmm… well, the tooth can’t be saved or treated. We got to pull it out.” He said all this, without any signs of sympathy or empathy for that matter. ”Fuck you!” was all I wanted to shout out at him. I didn’t. I paid him 2oo bucks, took the prescription and went away.
So, God, can you help me out? I mean, you can at least help me get rid of this tooth-ache (but, hey! I don’t want my tooth to get pulled out by some stupid dentist).
My third question
Should I get married?
Well, I’m already 29, and dad says this is the right (actually, he says, 29 is kind of last years when one must get married, else the guy is considered kind of expired medicine) age to tie the knot with a homely girl, who could take care of the husband and his family. But, I’m confused. The problem is, ‘I’ve watched lots of Shahrukh Khan and Shahid Kapoor’s movies, and somewhere down in my sub-conscious mind, I feel that someday, someone will come in my life and instantly we two will fall in love with each-other; we’ll spend kind of many hours looking into each-other’s eyes and holding hands.
So, God, what say? Should I get married? Or, have you got some surprises in store for me, should I wait for a little more time? Tell me.
My Fourth and Last Question
How long I’m gonna sit and spend my life in this office cubicle?
Now, I’m damn serious here. You gotta tell me, here and now as to how long you plan to put me here, in this small cubicle.
See, i’ve no problem with typing down thousands of words for whoever pays us (i mean, whoever pays our company), but… am i going to spend whole of my life doing this? Or, you’ve got some better plans for me, say, riding the latest Audi (you know, how damn serious i’m about owing an Audi car (i won’t mind two as well)), going for a world-tour (hey! i too wish to see myself on Swiss Alps!), having a big bunglow in Zor Bagh/Defence Colony; i mean, you know i like these sorts of things. So? you think, i’m gonna get them all in this life, or perhaps a few of these stuffs, or may be, just an Audi?
I haven’t your postal address, so I thought of putting up this letter here on my Blog; the other day when you came in my dreams you had told me that you, whenever you feel kinda bored, read my Blog posts. So, I thought the next time you come to my Blog, you’ll get to read this letter of mine, for you.
Hope for a quick reply to all of my questions!
someone who sits all day in an office cubicle..