God, you have got mail !


By T S Sudhir

Radha woke up with a start. Pranav, her six-year-old son, was not on the bed beside her. She reached out for the cellphone beneath the pillow and looked at the time. 1 am. Gosh, where had this little boy gone?

Radha checked the bathroom but Pranav wasn’t there. Then she saw a stream of light from the study. She tiptoed into the room and found Pranav busy writing on his desk.

“What are you doing dear,” asked Radha, taking care not to startle him with a sudden sound.

“I am busy, mom. I am writing a letter,” replied Pranav.

Radha was surprised. “Letter to who, Pranav?” she asked.

Pranav neither stopped writing nor did he look up at Radha. “I am writing a letter to God,” he said.

If she burst out laughing, Radha knew it would offend Pranav no end. So controlling herself, she asked what is he writing to God at such an unearthly hour.

“I am writing to him that I do not want to grow up. I want to be six years old all my life,”

“But why is that? Why don’t you want to grow up?” asked Radha, quite bewildered.

“I do not see any benefit in growing up. I enjoy playing and having fun. Watching cartoons. Having a lot of free time. If I grow up, I can’t play any more. I will have to work. And there will be tension of problems in office, tension if our maid does not come on time, tension of paying the bills. So many problems, mom.”

Radha was at a loss for words. “But how will you send the letter?” she asked.

“Letter box, mom. Haven’t you seen the one on the next street?,” asked Pranav.

“But we don’t know God’s address, Pranav. We cannot post the letter,” Radha tried to reason.

“Then I have a brilliant idea, Mom. You told me God lives in the clouds above. So the next time you go by an aeroplane, I will give you the letter. When you are in between the clouds, you give the letter by hand to God.” Pranav chuckled at his own presence of mind and Radha was  amused.

“Right, that is a good idea. You finish the letter tomorrow morning and give it to me. I will take it with me when I am travelling next time,” said Radha.

The next morning, as decided, Pranav gave his mom the letter with GOD written in bold red on the envelope.

Bhargav, Pranav’s elder brother saw it and asked him what the letter was all about. When Pranav told him the contents of his letter, Bhargav said, “This is the age of the internet. Let us send God an e-mail. Even sms him. That will reach him faster, Pranav.”

Radha was even more stumped by this one. “But do you have God’s number and email id?” she asked.

Bhargav was not going to let go of a chance to have some fun at his little brother’s expense. “We will just cook up an email id,” he whispered to his mom.

So the two brothers sat on the PC and typed out the letter to God and mailed it to Godintheclouds@gmail.com and pressed `Send’.

“Anna, let us sms also,” said Pranav.

Bhargav borrowed his mother’s cell and keyed in “God, you have got mail. From Pranav,” and sent it to `1000′.

“Wow, Anna, you know God’s cell number also,” said Pranav, his eyes wide open, full of hero worship. “Elementary, my dear Pranav. If police is 100, then God is super police. So it has to be 1000.”

“You are a genius, Anna,” came one more compliment from Pranav.

Radha was listening in to all this conversation. The email and sms were ok for the fun of it but Pranav, she knew, would get restless within a few days if he did not hear from God.

So after a couple of days, she typed out a letter which read like this :

“Dear Pranav,

Thanks very much for your email and sms. This is the first time such a small kid has sent me an email.

You have requested that you do not want to grow up beyond the age of six. But Pranav, I can see in my computer that when you grow up and are about 20 years of age, you are extremely handsome and successful and very rich. Don’t you want to be like that?

Please let your Mom know your reply and she will convey it to me.

Lots of love
God”

Pranav read the letter four times. “Ok, Mom. God does have a point. I will grow up. If he has such good plans for me, it would be foolish not to grow up, right.”

Radha said yes. “Your decision will be conveyed to God, Pranav,” she said and added. “Now how about preparing for tomorrow’s English test.”

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About t s sudhir & uma sudhir

Uma Sudhir and T S Sudhir are senior journalists, based in Hyderabad. Both work for NDTV. Uma is a Tamilian, who was educated in
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5 Responses to God, you have got mail !

  1. Anita says:

    Lovely … its so damn cute

  2. Divya says:

    Excellent.. Keep it up..

  3. Shailaja says:

    Interesting reading.

    Just a thought though.

    Is the idea of ‘extremely handsome and successful and very rich’ something that we want to encourage in children 6 years of age? When we can work on the innate goodness of a child, why not develop that? For instance, being helpful and compassionate and friendly and well-loved by everyone.

    Loved the rest of it, however. Especially the e-mail and sms part:)

    Shailaja

  4. uma & sudhir says:

    thanks anita, divya and shailaja.

  5. Harshit says:

    lovely article….but completely agree with Shailaja about the ‘extremely handsome an successful and very rich’ part….

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