My Lord,
I am utterly lost.

My child,
You and I are in the same boat.


It took my Lord Compassionate Supreme
A whole day to teach me how to laugh,
A full month to teach me how to giggle,
And an unending 365 days to teach me how to chuckle.

Then God said to me,
"My child, you may be a very slow learner,
But now you have become a perfect professor."


My Lord,
Is there any way
I can make You laugh?

Just ask Me to trust you.


My Lord,
How is it possible for You
To remain always happy?

My child,
Unlike you, I talk to Myself,
And I listen to Myself.


My Lord,
Are You aware
Of the bad things
That I do?

My child,
No, I am not aware,
And I don't want to be.

My Lord, why?

Just because
You don't care to know
How many good things I do.


My Lord,
Do tell me
When You are really
Pleased with me.

My child,
I am really pleased with you
Only when you hate Me.

My Lord,
How? How can it be true?

How, my child?
That is the only time
That you think of Me.


My Lord,
How can I become perfect?

My child,
You can become perfect
Just by teaching Me
For 99 years and 365 days
All that you have learnt.
From your ignorance-teacher.


My Lord,
Have You ever
Told me a lie?

Many, many times.

Why, my Lord, why?

Just to be even with you,
My child.
As you know,
I never accept defeat
From anybody.


My Lord,
Will You help me
To be as great as You are?

I can't allow you
To be as great as I am.


My ego-head will be crippled.


My Lord,
Will You allow me
To be as good as You are?

Do you know why,
My child?

Why, my Lord?

If you become as good as I am,
Then I will be able
To enjoy My retirement,
Which I so desperately need.


My Lord,
Do you enjoy it
When I quarrel with You
Unnecessarily and foolishly?

My child,
Let Me add —
And unpardonably as well.
Am I correct,
My son?

My Lord,
Perhaps You are.
My Lord, tell me,
Why do You allow me
To indulge
In quarrelling with You?

My child,
If I do not allow you
To empty
Your overflowing poison-ocean into Me,
Then who will and who can?


My Lord,
People say that I am
Extremely beautiful.
Do You agree with them?

No, never!

My Lord,
Why are You so cruel to me?

Because you do not
Give any credit
To the Source.

Who is the Source
And what has the Source
Done for me?

I am the Source
And I tell you once and for all,
The beauty that you have
Is a loan from Me.
At any moment
I can compel you
To return it.
My child,
I can never understand
How a beggar-borrower
Can ever be happy and proud.


My Lord,
I wonder how You answer
All my questions
So easily and perfectly.

My child,
Don't forget that I am
A little bit older than you.

My Lord,
That means when I equal
You in age,
I shall be able
To answer all Your questions.

I shall always remain
Older than you.


My Lord,
What shall I do
With my mind?
Do give me some advice.

I do not want you
To live without a mind.
Again, with a mind either.