‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
Somebody had given me his business card at a meeting and I decided to call him up regarding a prospective business association. On a lazy Saturday afternoon, I dialed that person’s number. The person on the other picked up the call. I said, “Hello, Mr. X remember we had met the other day in the event and we exchanged numbers? I wanted to have a chat with you about something that I have in mind. Is this the right time to talk about it?”
The person on the other end said after a pause, “Ma’am I am not Mr. X. You must have dialed a wrong number. This is God speaking.” I got annoyed and said, “Look here Mr. X if you don’t want to continue with this conversation that’s okay, but don’t make a joke out of it. It’s not funny at all.” The voice on the other end said, “Ma’am I am not joking. Trust me this is God.” I decided to check whether it was God Himself or someone was playing a prank on me. I asked the person, “So tell him, if you are really God on the other end, what was going on in my mind 2 hours ago?” I was so sure that the person would come up with some lame reply. He said, “Two hours ago you were worried about your father’s health, your son’s admission, the dilemma whether you should call Mr. X or not, and your thumb pain.” I was stunned. “Oh my God! He reads mind.”
I told Him, ” I believe you. A request to you God, Please stop the catastrophe in Kerala. Why are you punishing innocent people? Not done God.” He said, “Don’t you think you humans are responsible for the disasters that happen? Whenever some calamity happens you blame me. Sometimes its your own breaking of rules, sometimes its the urbanization and cutting of jungles, sometimes its your lack of empathy that you don’t help an injured person lying on the road bleeding, sometimes killing the little daughters in the womb, sometimes taking your own life as you can’t cope up with failures or not seeking help for depression and loneliness.” I was silent for a moment and said, “You know God you are right. We always look for an alibi or look for someone else to shift the blame for our own faults. You have given us a beautiful life, but we don’t want hardships in it. We might not thank you when we are happy, but we so easily blame and accuse you when we are sad or having a tough time. You must be feeling so pissed off at times, no?”
He laughed and said, “No, I am used to it. All I want is that people should start valuing their own life, valuing the life of others, valuing their planet, and love their beautiful life. I am always there for everyone, whether you remember me or not.”
I said, “Frankly God for the past few days I was pretty annoyed with you. So many friends of mine have a better life than me. I asked you so many times, “Why not me? Why is their life better than mine when I deserve better than them. But I guess I need to value my life better.” God said, “Oh! another nuisance in your world now, social media! People get carried away easily and start comparing their life. Don’t believe always what you see and even if the other person might be leading a better life than you, it won’t make any change to your life if you start cribbing and comparing! Isn’t it? Right now you should be concentrating on materializing your business association with Mr. X. It might work or it might not work. But that shouldn’t deter you from pursuing your dreams. If not Mr. X then it will be somebody else!”
I smiled and said, “Thank you so much God. I needed to hear this. I am a very reserved person and can’t share my feelings with everyone. I thought of visiting a counselor to pour my heart out, but you are the best counselor and I am happy that I dialed your number, even though I didn’t mean to. Can I call you some time again?” He replied, “Well! You don’t a number to call me. You can simply share your feelings aloud or write it down and I will be there to hear you out, help you out, as always. It was nice talking to you. Take care and all the best.” He disconnected the call. I felt so light and happy talking to Him.
Next day, I felt like to talking to Him once more. I went to the call list and when I checked that phone number had disappeared.