A Conversation

God – Do you know the purpose of being me?

Me – (thinking casually) What? You are not being anybody. You are not going to become anybody. You just are and you just will be till… you know, forever.

God – How do you now that?

Me – You are God right? (before he answers) Then just believe me.

God – Ok. But, even though I have the same feeling that what you say is actually true and I have answer to how everything was and how it will be, there is still something that is bothering me.

Me – Aren’t you supposed to be above all that bothering/not bothering stuff?

God – The point is that I am everything.  Even with you it is not me talking to me. It IS just me. The problem is that I/everything is in the habit of being (sic) in the moment to a deeply infinitesimal level. With that approach time is just nothing. Even millions, billions years can pass without noticing or getting bored.

Me – I think you are just being stupid. If you are always in the moment, how do you know everything, especially the future?

God – (smiling) I know ‘it’ is. It is in the moment and I am in the moment and without a cause it will not stop being in the moment. As I know all causes of the moment I know how it will be (stops short of calling me stupid, thank God for that :P).

Me – (sighing) Okay what was the thing bothering you anyways?

God – What to do?

Me – Just be (smiling), do nothing more.

God – So then I have nothing to do, just be and everything that will be will be. Basically you are saying that my fate is sealed. And as I am everything, the fate of the universe is sealed. Being God…(interrupted)

Me – I get it now, you just like Hrithik of Lakshya does not know ‘main aisa kyun hun’. Why is it the way it is? Why did you design the universe the way it is? Why not like a sea of air and with different rules of physics. What made you do… (interrupted)

God – Look, going by your concept of time, no matter how far back I go or how deep into the future I look, the fact remains, all that time just seems an infinitesimally small interval to me. And that robs me of the company of…time.

I am paralyzed to my own design.

Me – So?

God – Well, I asked you a question remember?

Me – I have two things to say to you:

               1.       I don’t know, and

               2.       Doesn’t matter

God - …

Me – Can I ask you something?

God – I think my alarm clock is ringing for sometime now.

(as I wake up and turn off the alarm I realize how creepy that God fellow was)