Why Am I Still Alive?

She continued to speak about how she knew all this, “The Office Assistant of God meets us regularly and we even hear God’s voice occasionally. They only told us how Earth and Nasa were formed. They also keep us updating about what is happening on Earth. OA was the one who taught us English so that we could interact with you.”

I murmured to myself, “No doubt OA was good in English. How can we forget his constant nagging about our mistakes while typing in Microsoft Word?”

“Did you say anything about the Office Assistant?” Angel inquired me.

I remembered her warning, not to be said anything about God or his fellow mates.

I responded, “No, was just thanking OA or else communication with you would have been a real pain.”

“Yeah, right!” She continued. “We never had our language. And also, the day you were born, it was decided that you would be here when Earth is replaced and when your name was decided by your maternal grand-mother, at the same time it was entered in our Earthlings Information Center.”

I was listening to all this like a 3 year old listening to fairy tales from his grandmother, narrated with so much convincing power that the kid enjoys it and believes it.

“Oh I forgot to tell you about Nasa! We don’t know how big our planet is and who all live here, where they live, where are the mountains or where are the rivers. God never told us and we were never interested. We were happy with where we are. We don’t even know how many more Earthlings are there. We are just a small group of 110 people here. That’s all from my side” She took a deep breath and smiled. “Any questions?” were her last words.

I started off, “Thank You Angel for this informative stroll in the park.” I smiled. “I really enjoyed being with you, and you are a really beautiful soul and I guess all your fellow Nasaians are same. But…” I paused a bit. “Why have I been bought here? What will I do here? How will I adjust here? In fact, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?”

“You must be tired. Lets get back; you need to be shown your room as well.” She said avoiding my questions and eye contact as well.

I become serious, “Angel wait.” I said. My tone was quite high pitched now, almost like screaming with anger. “You just can’t leave me like this with so many unanswered questions. Was this a 1 day trip for me only to make me realize the wrong doings of my fellow beings? Or I have been bought here to be made fun of, ‘that see, these Earthlings could not survive themselves; they don’t know how to live’. I can’t see any valid reason for me being here on Nasa.”

“Even we could not understand the reason for you being here. In fact, we never wanted you here. We don’t want you to pollute our planet as well. But we could not argue with God who had decided your presence here long back. Tomorrow OA will be here to explain you the reason. You can ask as many questions as you want from him.” She was almost in tears while talking.

“Hey Angel, don’t cry please. I won’t pollute your planet. Don’t worry.” I tried to console her.

“Im not crying coz of that.” She said weeping “We do not scream at each other. How do I know why God sent you here? Why screaming at me?”

“Oh I am so sorry. My frustration just came out in the form of anger. I have no offence against you. Sorry Angel, please stop crying.” I tried to hug her, she allowed me.

For at least 5 more minutes her eyes were watery. I had to apologize after every 15 seconds to make her feel better. Whether a girl is from Earth or Nasa, their traits are same. She was now normal; I just wiped off the last drop of tear from her cheek.

“Come Gurpreet, let’s get back in. Get fresh and then we all will have dinner together.” She said pulling me from my arm.

“Dinner? What time is it? The sun is still bright out here.” I said.

“Its dinner time…” She said. “You ask too many questions, now just come.”

Feeling hungry? Wait for their dinner meal in my next post.