I was asleep in the coldest of cold winter nights,
Someone started tugging at my neck,
i opened my eyes to check ..there were none to be seen...
It was the god of death in his famed buffalo and his cowboy hoop,
he tugged at my neck again,i followed him with ease...
He asked me to walk behind while he sat on that old struggling vehicle of his...
I started to talk,i
asked him how hell was??
Was hell red in colour??
Was there boiling magma to bath ourselves in??
Did we have to feed ourselves with long spoons??
Did we have television by anychance??
Could we talk to our friends in heaven??was there telephone service...
He seemed amused,irritated and a bit flustered at my barrage of questions...
He answered that it would take another day or two of walking...
I chattered on and on..
was there no other means to go to hell??
Metro trains?? Stairs of red in a background of white??
Atleast a bus facility ??
even after thousands of years no development at all, i mused...
Oh no !!
I continued to ask him,if only he came for hauling us back from earth,
would it not get late for the death of all others??
Was there a lottery for death??
parole??
Was it like jail??
Do we have holidays i quizzed??
Then he seemed to lose his cool...
that snorting buffalo of his gave me a death stare,
But i was already dead ,what could it do ????
He went on to explain that in one earth time he could be in thousands of places at the same time!!
Hell was no jail, it had no metro no tv
No red faced giant toothed monsters...
Hell was just silence
Hell was no place for repentance it was just silence..
Hell was that string of nothingness...
Like a dump yard of souls...
Heaven ??
Heaven too had no metro, no tv, no telephone,no beautiful apsaras,
no clouds, no gods too...
That was hell itself...
There was no heaven...
What about reincarnation??
how was that decided, by vote or lottery?
What about caste breed and religion??
did they have separate houses in hell
What about the lives of dogs cats ,fish, rats and countless other things...
would they come here too??
You are a brave soul he said and
let me go back to my sleep,
back to my childish little nightmare of hell and heaven
conversations with god himself....
