GOD IN MESS

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There he was, standing on a stairway of a holy temple. He was deeply mourned by his past and present was entangled into the memories that often made him cry. It was early, so early morning that the doors of the holy temple were not even opened. He said “God, today it’s gonna be the worse day for you coz your first encounter is a mess with all life cursed.” When he looked at the sky, he could even see the full bright moon and tiny stars twinkling at their pride. Feels like they were so happy and when he looked at them for a long time they just disappeared into the morning light.

The door opened. It was a holy monk. He was chanting some holy chants and he started cleaning the staircase with a broom. The monk was astonished to see him so early, but he didn’t question him anything because you can come to a temple any time you like to. The boy asked the monk if he could talk with the god inside the temple for sometime, alone. The monk refused at once coz this hasn’t happened till date and he was quite worried if this particular guy was a smuggler or someone who’d just harm the dignity of the temple. The boy looked into the eyes of the monk and said “if only this was possible.” He thanked the monk and then said ‘even the god has no any time for me’ as he was climbing down the stairs. The monk was confused by the strange look of this guy. His look was filled with agony, regret, failure, hope, tears and most important things ‘prayers.’ The monk shouted just moments before the boy was out of the premises. He said ‘my son, keep it short and before other pilgrims come in you need to get out, you got that?’ The monk felt a fire, a burnt out fire, still that igniting to find a medium to burn a quite a lot of things or light a candle in a dark room, or maybe, into his eyes. His look troubled him so much that he let the boy do what no one has done. ‘I don’t know but this guy got some decent trouble yet came here to beg a little more courage to defend the world I guess’ he said to the world.
The boy slowly climbed the stairs without even thanking the monk. Slowly and steadily he climbed the stairs with all patience and thinking what was going wrong lately in minds. To his left, was a big bell and to both the ends, there were statue of fierce lions staring at the boy as if they were alive, they’d love to break him into pieces as they can the smell the blood flowing into his spines with just tiny force.

He had no incense stick to indulge this fresh morning air into fragrances, no particular prayer material, and no money to bribe the holy stone hearted god made of solid rock, not even words to share with him. The monk was there, silently and steadily watching the boy being very cautious so that the boy couldn’t even notice him, or may be the presence of the monk wouldn’t trouble the boy at all. After being very still for a moment or two, the boy entered the main temple where ‘the god’ captured into his eyes. The statue was in a decently decorated state with crimson light, and flowers everywhere. A strong faint incense fragrance prevailed in the air but the god was completely numb in his state. The God, he had two wide opened eyes as if they could see anything and everything but not his pain and agony, a smiling face in extremely happy posture as if there was no any word of sadness throughout the universe, well built muscular body. Now this well built muscular design troubled the boy so much. He thought ‘even the Gods needs to look the most attractive divine beings among others, has a well built muscle. What for? May be even the gods hate the ugly beings like he is. The god also had four hands each holding different weapons like a sword, an spear, a bow and to his surprise a flower in one of his hand. Seemed like god is going to a battlefield and wants to see the war to be a beautiful one where divine bodies are killed and yet there would be no bloodshed. Sculptures live in divine world he thought. Now how could anyone have thought about these kinds of things? A God needs weapon, what for? To kill for sure, and if the Gods don’t have to kill anyone why in the hell should they carry weapons. All of a sudden, tears rolled by his cheeks that the monk could easily see and yet he spoke no words. The monk just wants to make sure that the boy was praying. The boy felt pity for the holy God. The boy stared into the eyes of the stone eyed God. If there was God, he could easily read into his eyes what was going wrong with his eyes. What a pity state the God was in? The god was in a perfect state of being numb coz everything has to be done by the monk. ‘He’s totally paranoid’ the boy said his first word to the monk. ‘He who couldn’t do anything for himself can do no help to me, Baba. Now saying these words the boy at once started laughing loud enough to break all silence. ‘The god has eyes but couldn’t see what’s going wrong, he has ears but he never listened my prayers not even once throughout my entire life, he has legs but cant move a single move. The God is in total mess, Baba. He can do nothing to any one. It’s useless to pray. I won’t pray to any God. Look at you! You’ve been praying for quite a long time but I can’t even see a glimpse of pleasure within you. Oh God! What a mess we are in you, me and the Stone God.

The monk started to think that this particular guy was lunatic as moments earlier he was weeping and all of sudden he started laughing and now he is shouting on top of his lungs saying there Ain’t a god of stone. ‘I should get this fellow out of the premises’ the monk thought.
‘Yes, I am mad’ he shouted ‘coz nobody understands what I’m talking about. I’m mad. Coz all who once loves and care for me leave me one after another without even giving me a clue why or what for? Yes I’m mad. That’s what you are thinking, aren’t you?’The monk was speechless as the boy hurriedly left the premises and before the monk could say anything, he was gone.


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