The Stupidity of Randomness

"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”