The last person who got out will kill someone, someday. I was
willing to do the same. But they won’t let me out.
These were God’s mercenaries, you see. They called
themselves the league of retarded mystics. Now these were not ordinary people.
At least that is what they believed. You see, they were working under God’s
consent to establish a new world order.
Well, something had to be done. By now the entire system of
post life justice was crumbling. Sinners had found ways to evade judgement, and
if not, evade hell. Rumour has it that human souls had discovered something
superior to heaven – something far peaceful, and easy to get to. Even those who
were meant for heaven would often choose this new place.
Now these people were not the problem. What bothered the
league of retarded mystics were the sinners who were running free. Now,
remember that these were free souls – never to be born again, never to sin
again. But for some reason, the league just could not stand their freedom.
The new order was established about eight decades ago. Now,
you don’t go to hell or heaven after you die. You just disintegrate. You go to
hell before you’re born. You have to pay for your crimes upfront. They don’t
tell us anything about heaven. It doesn’t matter, I guess – to be rewarded for
your sufferings upfront.
This, they said, was God’s way of justifying that he still
did exist. I don’t trust them. I think he died centuries ago. Their motto was
that a human soul was made to suffer. You may either suffer during your life,
or beforehand. You see, these were maniacs who experimented with souls in the
name of God.
This is our prison – hell. And the last person who got out
had the destiny of a murderer. The fact that they still haven’t let me out
after 24 years of service in hell scares me at times. What great sin am I meant
for? What greater picture do I burn when I’m alive?
So the way it works is that the retarded mystics have their
daily meetings with unborn souls and send out a chunk of sinners off to earth
everyday. The curious point is that no one knows what happens in these
meetings.
I wanted out. Somewhere in there, I wanted to be out there
doing stuff. I was tired of paying for the crimes I was yet to commit. All they
told me, that they had something better in store for me. That once alive, I
would have things that no one ever had, I would see pleasures that no one ever
will – that my life would sing of love and peace and freedom and magnificence,
and glory. I would have it all.
I tried everything – to fight and rebel, convince and
complain. And then, I found their weakness. I held one of them by the throat
and asked them. What was taking so long?
“It’s every bit you. You were just like everyone else in the
beginning. But then something changed. And you never asked for anything. At
times, you complained. But you never asked for what you wanted. It was almost
like you didn’t know what you wanted.
You have been preparing yourself for something greater. But
the greatest sin a man can commit is ask for something he does not think he
deserves. This must be the beginning. But you’re incapable of asking.”
I told them that I will ask, once I’m alive. But they wouldn’t
listen. To them, it wasn’t enough. I had to start now.
“If you wish to be born again, if you wish to end your
suffering, all you need to do is ask. But we all know what comes next, don’t we
now?”
“So everyone who was set free, just asked?”
“Yes, they believed that they had suffered enough. And they
were ready to live their lives of marginal glory. Having suffered for so long,
you could have so much, if only you could ask for it.”
There it was the answer to every question you never asked.
All you need to do is ask.
They now laugh and giggle, as I mumble and strain every
muscle in my unborn body to ask for what is mine. What is rightfully mine,
should not present the need to be asked for. That is precisely what must be
done – something that need not be.
And then something happens. My mind slows down in intervals
of slippery breaks. The calm finds me somehow. My unborn body still shivers,
but my soul is steady as sits the rock on the top - one that knows that it wants to
fall.
And before I can begin to ask, I’m alive. For the first time
in my life, I’m alive. And you can have everything. All you need to do is ask.
