Towards the end of the 21st century, the entire world came to an end. Man killed man destroyed all the lands and tried to be God.
No one could make their way to the throne of the almighty, through their foolish ways. There was death all around and the destiny of mankind was unknown. There was huge traffic up above, Gods of all the religions and regions were very busy accounting for the deeds. No one survived, everybody was accounted for their life on earth; expect one human.
His name was One and he was the last in the queue, so last that his audit never came up. He waited for several hours, but somehow the Gods and their assistants were quite busy to entertain or rather audit him. He was confused and afraid. He did not know where his final home was; heaven or hell.
He shouted for help in front of the accounts office, but all in vain. He ran around the majestic white palace. The palace made of clouds, with rainbows in the garden. There was a silver fountain which showered silver water. He was enchanted by this fantasy but wanted his judgment from his God. Just as he was waiting in distress, a masculine voice gave him the light of hope.
My little creation, what in heavens are you doing outside in the garden?
Father, everybody got their judgment, the world is over but there is no one to give me my judgment. Please help me finish my circle of life.
Don’t worry child, which country have you come from?
The voice was very kind and told him the way to the office of Indian Gods. One reached there easily but was shocked to see hundreds of them in a hall, attending a meeting. They were fighting with each other like a parliament session. One requested the divine peon to give him an appointment with the Hindu God of creation—Brahma.
The peon was divine but his habits were manly and he asked one for a bribe and only then will he let him go inside. On this one explained that it was written in the holy books that a man comes into the world empty-handed and leaves the world empty handed, so how could he have anything to give.
The divine peon agreed with his thoughts and took him to God Brahma.
One bowed to the creator.
Father, please give my judgment. I am the only one left.
Dear child, please meet the man who took your life, the God of death—Yama. I am very sorry but I am very busy. The divine peon will help you.
One started looking for God Yama with the help of the divine peon. They reached the destination.
Dear child, I am a servant to the God of destruction. please go to him, he will show you the light. I am very busy. The divine peon will help you.
So again, he started his journey to meet the God of the destroyer—God Shiva. One explained his problem. God Shiva listened to him peacefully and then spoke.
Dear child, I can only give you a minute. Explain me what did you do in life as your profession.
God, I was an artist all my life.
Dear child, our Goddess of art—Saraswati—is not keeping well these days, so you do one thing that go and meet the Greek Goddess Minerva. Tell her I sent you and she will help you out. This divine peon who has come with you knows her address, he’ll help you out.
They both found and met Goddess Minerva, who in turn said the same thing that she was very busy. She advised him to meet the Egyptian God of fate—Shai.
Once again, the journey started to meet God Shai. One met the God, explained the same problem but the answer was the same.
Dear child, I wish I had the time to help you. We Gods have to attend an urgent meeting now and I need to go. Meet me sometime later and I’ll surely define your destiny.
One was very annoyed and depressed. He asked the divine peon to explain this behavior of Gods. The divine peon could not see the poor man’s condition.
Human, the world is over now. It was a bad experiment and the Gods have decided to create something very different now. The concept of heaven and hell has been demolished by a new law. You somehow were left behind and now they don’t have time to deal with you as they have to deal with so many other much bigger things.
One was mad with anger and he broke into the conference of millions of Gods in the house. He asked the Gods for an explanation to the passing of the buck. He demanded an answer as he had been a God loving person all his life.
The Gods were mad at this behavior and one of them shouted.
Why don’t you give us a solution then? We made a beautiful world but you man messed it up. Who is responsible? Do you have a solution for the next creation?
Yes, I do dear Gods.
The hall was silent all of a sudden. The great Indian God of creation asked him to explain.
One was a common man and lips only spoke words which were true, from his heart.
Dear Gods, I’ll tell you what you should do. Create human but don’t give him a stomach. All the problems and miseries in the world were born out of hunger. Create human but give him two hearts, so that even if one is broken by a beloved, he can still live happily. Create human but give us an eraser to erase his old memories, so that he can live without painful memories. Create this beautiful world again but don’t encourage a concept of stronger God. Some communities have been slaves to others for so many years. Were the Gods of that religion sleeping or were they just weaker Gods, who couldn’t say that don’t use my creation for slavery. Create the world but let there be a universal God, so that people don’t kill each other in the name of different Gods. Let us make weapons but don’t give us a tongue, that’s the deadliest weapon in the world. This is all I have to say. Create a world this time and you go live there and let the common man sit up and decide the fate of mankind.
The hall was silent and in the next moment, the roars of clapping filled the hall. They all were amazed by this man’s guts and explanation. They made the greatest minds in the world but this simple, common man with a true cry and vision won their hearts. They decided to go on earth to start a new life.
They all vowed to make one world and One, the one God.