Translated by Mehedi Hassan

The tiger infested public places. People became restless. The cow, the calve and even men were being killed by the tiger. Then, one day, everyone got out of their house, gathered together and killed a tiger with sticks, spears, lances, and guns. One tiger died but came another. At last, people prayed to God-

“God, Please, protect us from the tiger.”

The God answered, Okay.

Immediately, the tigers came to the God’s court and made a complaint against people, “We are fidgety due to the torture of human beings. We are always running away from one forest to another. The hunters don’t give us peace. Please, take an initiative in order to solve the problem.”

The God said, Okay.

Right away, the mother of Nera pleaded to God, “Oh father, award my son Nera with a beautiful wife. Please, Lord! I will make an offering of five Paisa’s sweet to you.”

The God said, Okay.

Harihar Bhattacharya was going to court to file a case against his nephew. He said, addressing to God, “I have been worshiping you all my life. I have also made my body lean by fasting. I want to give my nephew a good lesson. Please, God, help me.”

The God Said, Okay.

Shushil will sit for an exam. Every day he said to the God, “ Lord, make me pass the exam. Today, he said to the God, “If you get me the scholarship, for the sake of you, I will spend five Taka.

The God said, Okay.

Haren Purakayastha wanted to be the chairman of the District Board. He requested the God through a priest named “Kali”, “I want eleven votes!” The priest, getting a large honorarium, made the God restless with his erroneously pronounced Sanskrit mantra. Give vote, give vote–

The God said, Okay, Okay.

Farmers said with their hands raised above, “God, give us water.”

The God said, Okay.

A mother of a sick child made a plea to God, “It’s my only child, Please, Lord, don’t take him away from me.”

The God said, Okay.

Aunt Khenti of a neighboring house said to the God concerning the women, “Hey God, she is a very haughty woman. Putting on various kinds of new ornaments, she used to underestimate everyone. By making her child sick, you, kind-hearted, have done a good job. 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 China, “Rescue us from Japanese.”

The God said, Okay.

A young writer from Bangladesh pleaded to God, “No editor publish my write-ups. I want them to be published in Probasi, a literary magazine. Ask Ramananda Babu, the editor of Probasi, to be kind to me.

The God said, Okay.

When the God got a moment free, he said to the Brahma, sitting next to him, “Is there pure mustard oil in your house?”

The Brahma said, “Yes. Why?”

The God said, “I need it. Would you like to give me a little?

The Brahma said with a smile on his face, “of course. Why not?”

Mustard oil came from the Brahma’s house. Instantly, having taken a little into his nose, the God fell deep asleep.

He hasn’t woken up yet.