Letter to God
by Swatee Jog
We know you are very busy attending to the woes of people around the world and finding remedies for their prayers. Issues at Somalia and Ethiopia are more pressing and need your special attention. We know you need to reassure Americans that there won’t be another 9/11 (soon) and lift the spirits of the battered British who nurse a wound of the most brutal hacking scandal in recent times. But we are sure, you have a soft corner for us Belgaumites . Why else would you test us in such a way, if you never knew we had the grit to face any challenge! Our problems ( we know, some may even fume at this trivialization of disgust) are much more complicated than those that the UN faces (and ultimately sleeps over) everyday! Kindly ponder over our list and help us find solutions for the same.
Have you noticed the frenetic prayers of parents from Belgaum whose children routinely migrate to other cities for their livelihood? Lack of career options has forced them to, much to the chagrin of the resident natives in those cities. But we are helpless God. Please put up some massive projects around Belgaum so that our folks sleep in peace while we work in our home-town. And that will save them the lonely days while they uproot themselves from sprawling homes here and come to live in cramped flats in the big cities, losing their friends and identity and scarily peeping below from tiny balconies over the mad traffic below.
We know you have no time for entertainment, but we need our daily dose of music and Bollywood. Can you imagine God, the whole world has enjoyed the fruits of an FM station for years, but we still pray for one? So please don’t relegate this prayer into the date-barred bin, it is still valid for us.
God, do you know that our Corporators and men-in-power swear by the phrase ‘Road to Perdition’? They literally do, and make us traverse through the same every single day. Can you please grow us some wings, so that we are saved the agony of broken backbones and vehicles turning turtle in the potholes of these dreaded roads? We promise we will not crowd your skies but fly decently.
Do you know God, that time is supreme in today’s era? Oh! How will you? You have to follow no time, but we do. And don’t be surprised by the spurt in tension-induced heart problems, God. We are just waiting for the trains to pass on the crammed railway gates from times immemorial. As we make our way through the trespassing riders from the other end, we have missed classes and been late to work, but our bosses never buy our argument that an overbridge is all we need. They say even God cant help you with this one! Is it true God?
God, please, please make sense to the central and state governments to at last solve the border dispute. If Sudan can resolve its issues, if the Berlin wall can come down, if Srilanka can see peace, why can’t we?
We have many prayers God, but that will bore you. So we are submitting only a few of those. Kindly find time from your busy schedule and answer our prayers God. We will offer you a kilo of the best kunda if you do!
Thanking you in earnest anticipation
Belgaumites –in- tears
P.S. If you can’t trace us on the map, please use your heavenly GPRS, we lie sandwiched between three states and you may even hear our silent cries and sighs if you pay attention.