Mon Dieu

Dear God,

Thank You! Thanks for this wonderful human life that you have bestowed upon me. I cannot imagine being a plant, an animal, a bird or something as gross as a centipede (due respect to your creative skills).

Thank you for having made me a woman. It is far better than being a man (your spitting image, I guess) who’s wired in a weird way. And they say I am from Venus.

Thank you for having made me strong, confident, faithful and slightly tolerant towards different species who have contributed nothing but unwanted anxiety (you could do something about them)

And thank you for keeping me single till now. I am sure you are not in a hurry to let my prince charming cross my path (what are you waiting for? Christmas)

That was about you. Now let us talk about me.

I have been a good human being. No doubt about that.

I have been there for the needy (friends who needed me post a break up, accident, broke and berserk etc)

I have sacrificed a lot and have not cried out loud about the same (except two days back when my folks snatched the remote from my hand and a few instances in the past)

I have been an epitome of hard work and dedication (no laughs about this ok?)

Stories of how I have helped people whom I know (especially getting them in to more problems) are well known.

I never forgot that it is you who has made my life so beautiful and I am glad that you have given me many moments to cherish (but you haven’t really upped your PR work post the Bryan Adams moment)

You have made me fair (not my skin! Duh) and have given me a mind that does a great amount of balanced thinking (still, you could have made me the oldest kid at home)

I agree that I have presented my ‘materialistic’ wants to you on many occasions so that you could sanction them. Petty things like passing marks in maths and great things like peace, tranquillity and a stress free life. You have fulfilled most of my wishes (math was my effort), conveniently ignored a few (read peace, tranquillity, prince charming, jimmy choo, Bentley and swarowski)

No complains. Take your time. But make sure you are listening to me this time.

Make my visit to the dentist ‘SMOOTH’.