I met God.
He seemed to be a pretty cool chap. A bit aloof, I’d say, but cool undoubtedly.
It happened when I was in the heart of gult-land, Hyderabad, where I had to go on an official trip. As I entered the office complex, I asked the security person where I could find a certain building. He said, and keep in mind that he was gult, “Go straight down this road-u, you will find a grey building-u. When you yenter that building-u, a God will be sitting there. Ask that God, he will tell you where the building-u is.
Stunned, I hurried to meet God, who was allegedly sitting in Bldg-5. As a matter of fact, I even spoke with him. He was really chilled out. He wasnt even wearing the weird clothes and accessories I had imagined he'd be wearing. He was awfully nice. He gave me directions to get to Bldg-5, too.
And you know what’s the most unkindest cut of them all? I have a suspicion He is gult.
(For the uninitiated, God is gultspeak for Guard – something I discovered later. Imagine my disappointment!)