I casually glanced at the newspaper which my Dad was reading. Superfluously large and bold letters read, "177 Devotees Killed". There was a picture of a temple also beneath which there were a lot of other news clustered together in the lower half of the page. These newspapers... such a big cold blooded massacre and they wouldn't even devote a page for it. Violence on innocent Hindus again. Muslims have been killing my species ruthlessly for long. My God had lost services and donations from 200 devotees yesterday and so he couldn't send me enough blessings today. I ended up losing to both Abu and Saleem in straight sets today. Anger rushed through my veins as I slowly realized who was behind this. Abu and Saleem. They wanted to win todays tennis match. But I never expected them to resort to such cruel ways. How could anyone be so heartless? I turned on the shower. The cold water failed to quench the anger in me.
I decided my action plan. Asif had invited me for lunch. His entire family and friends will be there celebrating Id. I'll get a bomb from the supermarket and blast the place apart. Thus my Gods will again become more powerful and I will win tomorrows match. Also I'll pray to all the Gods I know so that I can show the the Muslim kids the strength of my 'Gods United'. I couldn't help laughing as I imagined their humiliated faces after tomorrow's match.
I saw my Dad tossing aside the newspaper. I picked it up. It was then that I noticed a sub heading which ran "... in stampede ...". The main heading had been misleading. I almost ruined a good lunch because of it. Being killed in the process of seeking God... those devoteed were really blessed. One couldn't ask for a better death. Fighting to see God till the last breathe. Brave. Very brave. 177 new souls joined God yesterday for dinner, which I guess was cooked in the fire of hell. Being murdered by a Muslim extremist and being relieved by a brother from the worldly bonds of body to reach the Almighty are entirely different. Hindus walking over the bodies of other Hindus, suffocating them under their feet and stamping the life out of them is actually a service. It's win-win. Either you kill and see God or you die and be with God. But people from other species better keep their bloody hands away from my fellow devotees. My God was busy providing accommodation to the newly arrived souls. So he didn't get time to send me blessings for the match. Its not that he is weaker than any other God.
Actually, introspection tells me that there could be another explanation too. All those who died might have been big sinners - thieves, liars etc. God didn't want to see their faces. So he appeared only to those devotees who had killed these unwanted elements of the society by crushing their helpless skulls and souls in the desire to see God. They had did their duty by killing the sinners and so God appeared before them. Perhaps God was busy blessings these great warriors who had mercilessly walked over the lives of the sinners without hesitating to see if the muffled cry from underneath the feet was of their own fathers' or sons'. They did their duty sincerely and God blessed them. I'll also kill whomever you want my God. I will also give you all my pocket money. Just let me win tomorrow's tennis match.
