Let’s Start the Game!!

Undrape the curtains, let’s start the game. Sing to me. Dance. Shout and adore me. Make it louder. Yah, that’s much better. Ahh, don’t worry about being incoherent, my humble devotes, life is not a little girl’s drawing books, you won't be judged how well you can connect the dots. Yeah, yeah, I shall shower you with my blessing, if not, alteast you can taste the sweets, mind you, it’s made from saturated ghee and don’t forget, the saliva and excreta of rodents and flies which prosper with me.

Wait, do you belong here? Let me check your qualifications. Have you killed someone in the last one year? Have you snatched tiffin from a little boy at school? Have you eaten a giraffe alive? Have you stolen money from the poor beggars sitting outside my premises? If your answer to atleast 2 of these questions is ‘no’, please leave right now. You don’t belong here. Yes, the door is on the left side of the building. Don’t you see the ‘exit’ marked over there or are you blind. Can someone please kick him out. But be gentle, no violence in my presence.

So to all those who are left. Close your eyes and pray to me. I will answer your wishes (yeah right!!). Or alteast you can live on that hope. Haven't you come here for that. My children, hope is the ray of light at the end of the tunnel (now don’t take it literally, I don’t mean the tunnel to my grand seating but it can be a good analogy). Hope will help you get through this otherwise melancholy life. Enough said and heard, Amen!!

Fast for me. Pay me you money. I preach you to devoid yourself of all the materialistic pleasure in life, so I am here to take your money, its evil. Hey, do I see someone dropping coins. Duh!! Can’t you read whats written in bold ‘Offerning has to be in multiples of 10 Rs note’. (where is my accountant, I think I need to increase that figure by 10, you see, its recession time and its hard to keep up with your demands, sorry, basic needs these days.)

Revolve around me. Nah I don’t care about the numbers, but do ateast 4 times. Wear my sindur and look ugly. Turn and drop, drop and turn. Squish and faint. Laugh and cry. Fight amongst yourselves to eat Tulsi leaves, (did you even care before cutting it down to build your little wooden house). Never mind, inside here, it’s your penultimate path to salvation. Ultimate, even I don’t know. (between what is salvation? Letme check on oxford.com)

Son, I am everything you need and everything you want. I am pure and I made you all. But you all are impure. Hey, there is billions of you, how can I be such a perfectionist.

Now, my friends, leave, the show is over. Pull the curtains and turn out the lights. Come again and we shall play again.