Written by Bonoful (A Bengali Short story writer)
Translated by Mehedi Hassan
A tiger kept attacking a village. People became restless. The cow, the calve and even men were being killed by the tiger. Then, one day, everyone got out of their houses, gathered together and killed the tiger with sticks, spears, lances, and guns. One tiger went but came another. At last, people prayed to God-
“God, Please, save us from the tigers.”
The God answered, Okay.
Immediately, Tigers came to the God's court and made a complaint against people, “We are restless due to the torture of human beings. We are always running away from one forest to another. Hunters don’t give us peace. Please, solve the problem.”
The God said, Okay.
Immediately, the mother of Nera pleaded to God, “Oh father, award my son Nera with a beautiful wife. Please, God! I will make offerings of five Paisa to you.”
The God said, Okay.
Harihar Bhattacharya was going to court to file a case against his nephew. He said appealing to God, “I have been worshiping all my life. I have also made my body lean by fasting. I want to give my nephew a good lesson. Please God, be with me.”
The God Said, Okay.
Shushil will seat for an exam. Every day he said to the God, “ Lord, make me pass the exam. Today he said to God, “If you get me the scholarship, for the sake of you, I will spend five Taka.
The God said, Okay.
Haren Purakayastho wanted to be the chairman of District Board. He requested God through a priest named “Kali”, “I want eleven votes!” The priest, taking a big amount of honorarium, made the God restless with his erroneously pronounced Sanskrit mantra.
The God said, Okay, Okay.
Farmers said with their hands raised above, “Deity, Make the rain falling.”
The God said, Okay.
A mother of a sick child appealed to God, “It’s my only child, Please, Lord, don’t take him away from me.”
The God said, Okay.
Aunt Khenti of neighboring house said as to women, “Hey God, she is a very haughty woman. Wearing various kinds of new ornaments, she used to underestimate everyone. By making her child sick, you have done a good job, you kind-hearted. Give the woman a proper lesson.”
The God said, Okay.
A philosopher said, “Hi God, I want to understand you.”
The God said, Okay.
Cries came from Chiana, “Save us from Japanese.”
The God said, Okay.
A young writer from Bangladesh pleaded to God, “No editor publish my write-ups. I want these to be published in Probasi, a literary magazine. Tell Ramananda babu to be kind to me.
The God said, Okay.
When the God got a moment free, he said to Brahma, sitting next to him, “Is there pure mustard oil in your house?”
Brahma said, “Yeas. Why?”
The God said, “I need it. Would you like to give me a little?
Brahma said with a smile on his face, “of course. Why not?”
Mustered oil came from Brahma's house. Immediately, having taken a little into his nose, the God fell deep asleep.
He hasn’t woke up yet.
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