"What
was your name" I was staring at her not because she was beautiful, healthy
or splendid but because both of us are dead and we are waiting for our turn to
face an unknown entity for undergoing retribution. I don't think I will be penalized
heavily for I have never done anything bad in my life (ahem some of you while
reading this might feel that I might have done nothing good either), and if you
ask me I wasn't prepared to be born. My life merely was a chance taken without
my concern, so I played it according to my wish and ended up here. As far as I
can remember I died in a battle field and I can assure you that I don't know
whose side I was fighting on. All I was doing was just passing with herd but to
my surprise none of the soldiers that fought and died together with me are not
be found anywhere in the room. May be they were severely injured and taken to a
rejuvenation camp, am I the only one that was dead. “Bloody hell" o wait
is it hell or heaven that I was subjected to after my death. I probably don't
know it yet.
The
room that I was sitting was filled with couple of youngsters like me and so
many middle agers all of them are waiting in desperation for their turn. I
looked at her since she was the only women in the room, I don't see a reason as
to why she was brought up here, she seemed very young and if you are thinking
that I am old enough then it's your fault because I was just twenty five. I
don't know where I had read or heard this but there is a thing that if you
fought in a battle and die you would be certainly sent to heaven. Remembering
this I tapped my shoulder for wisely deciding to join in army. I was on cloud 9
thinking about all the angels that would surround me once I was in heaven. I
was intrigued by her presence hence decided to try my hand
"How
did you die" I asked her even if she didn't answer my earlier one. It
appeared as if she seemed less interested in me so moved swiftly away and sat
very far from me. I am not very good in moving socially with women while I was
on earth for that reason I would say that I didn't get enough chance. Since I
failed miserably at the one thing that excited I tried to be friend a similar
person of my age who was just adjacent to me. He didn't get my attention since
earlier I was trying my hand at one thing that I know I would fail for sure. It
is understood that the person I was conversing, died with cancer I was
surprised to know that he was attacked by this disease at an early age why god
couldn't be more merciful on him felt pity about that. I reassured him that we
both can have a blast in the heaven since it's not our mistakes that brought us
here. My crush after death was still surrounded by her ongoing heavy thought
process.
In
just a while I found that being dead is no more than going to sleep for a long
time only you wouldn’t have to wake up and do your chores again, but if it
would make you anymore happy or sad I would say that the stream of your
consciousness would never end and never leave you even if you were dead. This
man started talking incessantly about his dreams, likes, dislikes and what he
would do if he were to be alive none of which appealed to me since it felt
stupid. Like ever I was easily bored with the person as well as my surroundings,
walked here and there randomly only to be held captive by the guardians. I
decided not to do this anymore since it would reduce my chances of being sent
to heaven. It’s high time to do something good at least for the sake of myself,
keeping this in mind I sat silently waiting for my turn.
Finally
it came and I was taken by two guards to a place which was supposed to be where
my fate would be decided. With knowledge from the movies that I watch, books
that I read I thought some mystical person riding on a horse or a bull or
something that appear out of ordinary would come and judge me but it wasn’t
like that I was facing a huge white canvas and the guards left me. “Welcome Mr.
One” a voice was heard. Wait am I talking to god then why would it appear as if
the voice was mine, I asked him/her/it the same question. “Mr. One you will be
listening to your own voice since you are to decide and answer for yourself
while you are here” the explanation seemed illogical to me but I don’t want to
argue with him. “Ok. Why are you calling me Mr. One, I have a name?” I asked
him again. “What was your name” he asked me in return. Surprisingly I didn’t
remember my name at that point “See. You didn’t remember it. Did you?” he asked
me and I nodded approvingly. “You will not have a name after your death and you
will only be called with a number” he answered again in order to satisfy my
curiosity.
“Wait
why I am called number one, Am I the first one to be dead on earth” I tapped
myself again for posing a tough question to the entity believed to be god. “Even
if I say your exact number it would be hard for you to process and remember it
hence it was better this way” by saying this he stopped talking and produced a
couple of papers out of nowhere which were laid in front of me. “What were
these for” I asked in a bewilderment. “Now don’t say you never applied for
anything in your life. This is your self assessment application you have to
fill it and give it to me so as to get adjudicated” I cursed god for making me do
this again and again since this was the very reason why I joined army instead
of an office job. Alas I have it to do it at any cost I was a bit dubiouswhile
I was filling the form so I turned to god and said “How Can I fill this if I
don’t even remember my name. You keep these with you and send me to heaven” I
was fed up with his tantrums. “CHACHINAA KAANEE NEEKU BUDHDHI RAALEDU RAA
PANIKIMALINA VEDHAVA” I heard these words from god I asked him surprisingly
“I am sorry I don’t understand what you were saying”
“Haven’t you Seen
Bahubali Movie” God replied irritatingly. “I have seen it. But don’t say that
this was the language of Kalakeya since it was created by Rajamouli and should
be Started with NIMDA, DUSRAZ TELL MI and also your language doesn’t even have
Clicks in it”I expressed my disapproval. It appeared as if God was even more irritated "NEE YABBA RAJAMOULI NI THAYYARU
CHESINDI KOODAA NENE KADA RAA NAAKENDUKU AA BHAASHA RAADU" the voice was more intense this time. “No please don’t speak to me in that
language I couldn’t make a head or tail of it” I was pleading god. “You know I
committed an oafish mistake by bringing you here. I am sentencing you to 150
years of life as punishment and you know what you have to live with your
stupidity for this entire period DARIDRUDA DARIDRUDA” by saying this god
ordered two of his men to throw me down to earth while I was being dragged I
exchanged one final glance with my crush I ran to her unshackling myself from
the guards “Please tell me What’s your name and How did you die” at last she
spoke to me “Right from the start I was sitting here and thinking that why did
I commit suicide yet couldn’t find the answer for that. Still thinking” I was
thrown down thinking “ And they Call me Stupid”
