I like Sundays. They don’t have mornings. It is always fun to get up at 3.00 and go back to sleep after munching something. Some how, today sleep eluded me. While waiting for the sleep, I decided to think about the list of activities I have always wanted to do but will never do, like writing a story. My eyes closed automatically.
‘Hi’. I looked for the source of voice. A guy with mediocre looks whose age could be anything between 30 -50 was sitting beside me.
‘Who are you? I have never seen you before.’
‘Some people call me as God’. So, he is a weird fellow who thinks himself as God. Two can play this game.
‘So you are here to give me a story’. He laughed. Not the kind of laughter I have seen in films, but nevertheless a cute one.
‘Are you laughing at me? ’
‘Of course’
‘But Gods are not supposed to laugh at others. They are compassionate souls always helping out other people in need.’
‘Are we?’ –He chuckled
So he is a infuriating, insensitive, weird, mediocre fellow. I didn’t like this conversation. This is as infuriating as conversations with my team lead. I tried to ignore him. The next 2 minutes passed in silence. I am not able to ignore anymore.
‘Don’t you have any other work?’
‘Do I? If you want to write a story, why don’t you write one?’
Again, a question for a question. I suppose, it comes with the territory of not answering to anyone.
‘My life is satisfactory. Why should I try something new in which I might fail miserably? ‘
‘When I created the world, it was not what I expected. Several species like dinosaurs became extinct.’
‘Stop it right there. I have heard it all before. So you are here to tell me that failure is the stepping stone to success. Failure gives you lessons etc …’
‘No. When I created the world, I made certain, everything in it is changeable with little effort. Still, certain species didn’t change. So I wanted to observe such species to understand the cause for my failure’
‘R u saying…’
‘Yes, you got it right’
‘I have a good job, I earn well. Calling me a failure is ridiculous. Outrageous. Well, It is……..disturbing. I started thinking. From when did my life become satisfactory? From when did I stop running with the world? From, when did I start accepting whatever crumbs life dishes out towards me? From when did I become an on-looker on my own life rather than living? I am going to do whatever I wanted to do, without being scared about failure. I turned to tell him so. But he wasn’t there.
I woke with a start. I started writing - ‘I like Sundays. They don’t have mornings.’
