A Work of Boredom “What do you want dear Vatsa?” The voice had a mythological serial like feel to it. “Who is this?” I asked as I opened my eyes. “Well I am not very sure of the grammar you used. But then the English grammar has defied all the logics with which I created this world. It must have been an anomaly and I can not change the codes now to rectify it.” “Who are you? And where are you? And what rubbish are you talking?” “Well again I do not see the need of two Ands in the sentences you spoke. Anyhow to answer your questions- I am God. You can not see me because I am God and you are human and hence you do not have the privileged access to view my image in this dimension. To answer your third question” and I suddenly felt a tight slap on my face before I heard these lines “You do not talk disrespectfully to God. I was introspecting on my design of this world when you disrupted my thought process. And to make it worse you labeled the entire thought process as rubbish.” “Sorry God...