realised that I’d been a tad harsh with Sameer
‘Chal chhod, please get me another cup of coffee,’ I said with a friendly slap on his back.
Sameer left and I busied myself with studying the profiles of Sameer’s seven prospects on my hPad. After a while, Sameer came back with the coffee but before he could offer me one of the mugs, I promptly grabbed the Lord Krishna one.
After staring at the profiles for a few more minutes I took a sip of the coffee and murmured.
‘Not sure where I should start from?’
Sameer was confused to see me talking to myself.
‘What happened?’ he asked.
I thought for a moment.
‘Do you have any preference among these seven girls?’ I showed him the photographs of girls on my hPad.
Sameer, being tech savvy himself, was quite curious to see an advanced version of the iPad but was more interested in looking at those seven profiles. Sameer took his sweet time in reading each and every detail available about the girls and finally came to a conclusion.
‘Meet this girl right at the end,’ he said with a smile on his face.
‘So you don’t like this one at all?’ I asked.
‘On the contrary, she is the best among these,’ Sameer clarified.
‘I don’t get it.’
‘I want you to meet the others first and then see how she is different from them.’ Sameer pointed at the chosen girl.
Praise the Lord! He likes one of them at least!
6
God’s ordeal in
human avatar
(with no god powers)
I (now in human form, with no godly powers) went to meet the chosen girls and their parents in different get-ups depending on the area they belonged to and the customs they followed.
I went in the guise of a barber, pundit (Hindu priest), marriage bureau broker, and even a cool dude visiting colleges, nightclubs and bars. It seemed everyone conspired against me as I got beaten up at a couple of places; at another place dogs were set after me and I even got molested by a few drunken girls.
As if things were not bad enough for me, one day I got caught red-handed while snorting cocaine at a rave party where I had gone to meet one of the seven matches. Police dragged me into the van and, to make matters worse, the media video graphed the entire fiasco. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why I was being dragged and where they were taking me. I kept questioning and arguing with the constable and ended up getting a few tight slaps on my face. I was getting angry but couldn’t do anything as I, without god powers, was just like any other common man.
Enroute the police station I kept looking at all girls, who were also arrested with me, thinking if one of them could be the prospective bride for Sameer. The girls, however, misunderstood me for some kind of ogling pervert and punched my face nice and good. At one point I even felt a stiletto heel go right up my nostril…the audacity!! I am a god for GOD’s sake! Is this any way to treat a divine being?
At the police station, I tried very hard to convince the Inspector that I was a god but he just laughed right in my face.
‘Why don’t you listen to me?’ I finally lost my cool with the Inspector.
The Inspector suddenly transformed into an evil Southie film villain.
‘How many times will you tell me that you are a god and are looking for a bride for your follower?’ he asked menacingly.
‘Please let me go,’ I pleaded innocently.
He came near me and looked into my eyes.
‘On one condition.’
‘Anything for you,’ I got really excited thinking about my release.
‘Anything?’
‘Yes, anything,’ I replied desperately but also kept my fingers crossed as my earlier promise to Sameer had already boomeranged on me.
The Inspector took out his wallet and opened it.
‘Can you see this?’ he pointed at a woman’s picture inside. I nodded in the affirmative.
‘If you can make her disappear from my life then I will let you go,’ he said, his expression one of malicious glee. He really must hate this woman.
‘Who’s
‘Chal chhod, please get me another cup of coffee,’ I said with a friendly slap on his back.
Sameer left and I busied myself with studying the profiles of Sameer’s seven prospects on my hPad. After a while, Sameer came back with the coffee but before he could offer me one of the mugs, I promptly grabbed the Lord Krishna one.
After staring at the profiles for a few more minutes I took a sip of the coffee and murmured.
‘Not sure where I should start from?’
Sameer was confused to see me talking to myself.
‘What happened?’ he asked.
I thought for a moment.
‘Do you have any preference among these seven girls?’ I showed him the photographs of girls on my hPad.
Sameer, being tech savvy himself, was quite curious to see an advanced version of the iPad but was more interested in looking at those seven profiles. Sameer took his sweet time in reading each and every detail available about the girls and finally came to a conclusion.
‘Meet this girl right at the end,’ he said with a smile on his face.
‘So you don’t like this one at all?’ I asked.
‘On the contrary, she is the best among these,’ Sameer clarified.
‘I don’t get it.’
‘I want you to meet the others first and then see how she is different from them.’ Sameer pointed at the chosen girl.
Praise the Lord! He likes one of them at least!
6
God’s ordeal in
human avatar
(with no god powers)
I (now in human form, with no godly powers) went to meet the chosen girls and their parents in different get-ups depending on the area they belonged to and the customs they followed.
I went in the guise of a barber, pundit (Hindu priest), marriage bureau broker, and even a cool dude visiting colleges, nightclubs and bars. It seemed everyone conspired against me as I got beaten up at a couple of places; at another place dogs were set after me and I even got molested by a few drunken girls.
As if things were not bad enough for me, one day I got caught red-handed while snorting cocaine at a rave party where I had gone to meet one of the seven matches. Police dragged me into the van and, to make matters worse, the media video graphed the entire fiasco. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why I was being dragged and where they were taking me. I kept questioning and arguing with the constable and ended up getting a few tight slaps on my face. I was getting angry but couldn’t do anything as I, without god powers, was just like any other common man.
Enroute the police station I kept looking at all girls, who were also arrested with me, thinking if one of them could be the prospective bride for Sameer. The girls, however, misunderstood me for some kind of ogling pervert and punched my face nice and good. At one point I even felt a stiletto heel go right up my nostril…the audacity!! I am a god for GOD’s sake! Is this any way to treat a divine being?
At the police station, I tried very hard to convince the Inspector that I was a god but he just laughed right in my face.
‘Why don’t you listen to me?’ I finally lost my cool with the Inspector.
The Inspector suddenly transformed into an evil Southie film villain.
‘How many times will you tell me that you are a god and are looking for a bride for your follower?’ he asked menacingly.
‘Please let me go,’ I pleaded innocently.
He came near me and looked into my eyes.
‘On one condition.’
‘Anything for you,’ I got really excited thinking about my release.
‘Anything?’
‘Yes, anything,’ I replied desperately but also kept my fingers crossed as my earlier promise to Sameer had already boomeranged on me.
The Inspector took out his wallet and opened it.
‘Can you see this?’ he pointed at a woman’s picture inside. I nodded in the affirmative.
‘If you can make her disappear from my life then I will let you go,’ he said, his expression one of malicious glee. He really must hate this woman.
‘Who’s
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