THE GODS ARE ANGRY
THE GODS ARE ANGRY Brahma trooped in hurriedly, huffing and puffing. He was late, held up. He had to get the approval of a million sub gods to nominate him for this meeting and that took time. He walked over to his seat on the round table and acknowledged everyone with a radiating smile and a nod. Others waved him to his seat. The room was moderate in its decor, minimalist. The walls were painted white. On a table across and on the far side were the books. The bible and Gita with immense wear and tear was followed by the Koran and Granth sahib, etc. Above on the wall were posters, vividly depicting the occasions each faith fought the other, vanquished or lost. The dates and events were described below. Humans like a guy called Picasso, Ravi Verma etc were commissioned to do these. The wall was still half empty. The rest of the room was wide and empty but for the centre table. A large, 50 plus seater, round table made of teak with ornate work and cloth upholstered chairs, was the ...