As a part of this universe, I have the divine right to ask/ demand/ clarify (for) a few things and you, have the glorified part of answering them (or atleast justifying your actions) or not (In which case, you may lose my vote of confidence).
How is it that you, being something so vague, have the power to draw millions when I, something so tangible have the power to draw none?
Why don't most people question YOUR intentions and what has made them believe that all that you do, is for the betterment of man? How in this world do you have the power to make people kill each other, just to acquire your birth place?Why are you blue in colour?
Why do you bless only a few with everything and the rest with a few remnants of a few things?
Why do some people strive all their lives to get ONE thing done their way while some others get it laid on a platter?
Why does Karma apply only to some situations and is there a way to beat it? Because HEY, there is someone who really needs a punch.
Do you really think that I would be convinced of your existence in a pandal where middle aged women taunt me to shed of their personal frustration?
Is there really a secret? Or is it just another one of your contrived plans for humanity?
I know this sounds stern and even, manipulative to an extent. But I need anwers. Solid answers. You should know that I hardly think of your existence anymore, even in times of crisis. Infact your presence has been reduced to being that of the blue man with a set of arrows in his backpack and a monkey worshipping him. There is a woman to his left and another man to his right.
My mother believes in you and has a picture of you in the mandir. But she seems happy and content, which is why I have given you one more chance to prove to me you aren't a poet's imagination but infact real.
If you call yourself God, give me a reason to call you so.
Until then, blue man with arrows, you affect me not.Waiting for a response in anticipation. Regards, A being with flesh and bones and soul.
