Oh My God

Once one of the World's greatest

Emperors fell in love with a village

girl. The girl was homely, good and

sweet; yet she was light years away

from the Emperor in terms of looks

and stature.

The Emperor wanted to send a

love letter to her. He had a million

messengers at His beck and call. He

could have sent the best poet in the

world, who could have composed an

epic on Him. Or could have sent the

world's finest dancer. Or the best

scholar. Or the greatest warrior.

Instead the Emperor chose a lousy

courier boy, who was lazing around,

for the job. The boy could not speak

well or run fast. Yet in a state of

ecstasy he ran all the way to the girl's

house. And delivered the letter.

The Emperor is the Lord. And you

are the girl. He has fallen in love with

you. And OH MY GOD! is His love

letter. I am the lousy courier boy. You

may hate the courier boy. But I entreat

you, my dears, don't ever neglect the

message from your beloved, the

Emperor.

- Varalotti Rengasamy