"Oh no! Not again."
Ribhav, like any other 13 year old boy, was an avid video-game player, and highly popular for his back-bencher type lifestyle. "Ribhav, quit playing these video games and go do your homework! Or else I'll take all these 'Birds are Angry' and throw them out of the house." Ribhav winced. "Mom, Angry Birds." Mom was peeping into his room, looking with horror at the mess he had made. Of course, all Moms want their house clean, but for Ribhav it didn't really matter.
Living in a country called India, the electricity had never been really cooperative since the times of Mahabharata. No wonder Sanjay had to install a Door-Darshan in his brain. "Oh God! I was going to beat the last level of Night Party with Zombies! Did the electricity have to go right now?" He smashed the joystick with impatience, and suddenly went dizzy. His head spun round and round. Right then,he found himself rejuvenated with a special type of freshness. He was not in his room, but at some other unknown place. Lying before him looked like a pile of fanmail, and dozens of telephones were ringing around him. "Who keeps landline nowadays, smartphones are a lot better."he thought. "Sorry kid, my hands are too big to type with those tiny buttons in smartphones." said a deep, sad voice. Ribhav turned around.
On a pink velvet sofa, sat a middle aged man surrounded by mist, probably around his 40s. But looking at him, it looked like he had already hit his 70s. Wrinkles highlighted his once smiling face, and his hair looked like a garden of vines. He had a salt-and-pepper goatee, and was lounging on the sofa in his Spongebob pajamas and beer bottle in hand. "You've got normal hands?! Who are you?"questioned Ribhav, rather curiously. "It was you who called upon me kid. I am God."
God? Who is God? On the Earth, all human beings went from place to place looking for gods in temples, mosques, sacred places and holy rivers. Even when told that God resides within, these people still had a craze to find "God" and get blessed. Did god have any importance in times of trouble, yes. Atleast for Ribhav, he was a random word he said when lights went off or he got stuck in a traffic jam.
"You can't be God! I don't believe you. You're lying!"exclaimed Ribhav. "You called me, and I'm here. Now tell me what you called me for?"said the strange man. "When did I call..... Okay. Yeah, I said 'oh god not again' and you think I said that purposely? Nah. I just said that without really thinking." "And that is what I hate about you human beings, always whining and crying about your problems. Making you was a big mistake. I'm done!"the man said, coughing.
"What do you mean?" Ribhav was totally confused. "Child, like I said, I'm God. You won't believe that because you cannot see my true form, as you are human. If you would, your eyes would burn right away due to the light. You humans were created by me, and honoured me by appreciating me. But when these humans gave me names and temples, I had lots of work to do," God pointed towards the letters and continued, "I want you to help me. Since you seem like a person interested in video gaming and computing, I want you to do my work so I can rest for a day." Ribhav had never made any serious decisions, or had any moment of deep thought. This sudden flow of knowledge was a little to much to handle.
"What will I get?"he questioned. "What a question! Lets see, if you help me for a day, I shall grant you 1 wish." "Just one?!" "Of course, it's you who's causing the trouble after all." "Okay!" As God began to doze on the sofa, Ribhav got to work right away. He started off by going through the letters. Full of problems. And they were continuously pouring in. "Why do people depend on God? They should face their own problems!"
Frustrated, Ribhav went over to the computer to check God's mail. 'God, please help me in passing the exams.' 'God, please remove this traffic jam I'm getting late for office.' "What is all this, thousands of silly mails!! What am I going to do?!" He looked towards God, and felt pity. "But I must help him too."he thought. "Hey God, do you have to pay a bill for all this?"he yelled. With a wave of his hand, God gave his answer and went back to sleep.
Ribhav walked over to the aisles full of telephones, ringing. Suddenly, and idea struck his mind. He ran over to a computer and started typing rapidly. "Let's see,
www.facebook.com/ is where I'll get all the problems solved!" He prepared a page named 'Heavenly Advice from God' and administered it. "Sweet!"he grinned.
Time seemed to go by quickly. It looked like the clock in God's office was on fire. Ribhav was really enthusiastic about being God's apprentice, at least for a day. Even though it was tiring, it was like being Mario, the video game hero coming to God's rescue. Haha. Ribhav began to post different advices for daily problems a common man has. Within hours, his page had about 16million likes!! "I hope that this would be helpful."he said, hopefully .Fortunately, much less letters were pouring in and the number of bells ringing was rarely any. For all the letters that were still left, he began scribbling the page link and sending them back. "I won't answer the calls, the signals can give you cancer." He said to him self, jokingly.
"Yes, I think you have done enough work for me today Ribhav. Good job making that page, really good indeed!!"said God. He suddenly looked a bit alive. He had changed into a punk outfit, and was having a magic wand in his hand. "What's that for, God ji?" "You ask too many questions Ribhav! Now tell me your wish, you've helped me a lot! A good one,fast."
Ribhav grinned. He knew just what he wanted.
"Ribhav, have you packed your games yet? Now clean your room and study!" Not even a second had passed in the real world, was it all dream or just some crazy imagination? No, it wasn't. "All done Mom!"Ribhav replied. Mom came to have a look. "How, when, what..... When did you clean your room?"she was astonished.
Ribhav sat down happily to play the last level of Night Party with Zombies. Suddenly, the lights went away. "Oh no! Not again."
