Cosmic Master:Are you sure?

Natwar (in a rare burst of candour): Lord, you have blessed me with an ambitious son. Do I need to say more? By the way, you did not bless me with a great brother either. That petty man took me to court, you know, over a petty land dispute.

Cosmic Master (he took such a deep sigh that the leaves on earth stirred): Ah yes, the oldest complaint in the world—greedy brothers and errant sons. Well, Mr Singh, we have decided to refer your case to a committee. It will give its report in a month. Meanwhile, you can rest in that waiting room.

Natwar (muttering under his breath): God damn these committees. I am sick to the gills with them!

He turned the colour of beetroot when he noticed his Cosmic Master looking down upon him with a pained expression. He then quietly made his way to the appointed room, oil barrels still attached to his foot.