After a long time in this earth
eventually Radhakrishnan, Sidhan
and Budhoose died
peacefully, in serial order.
Radhakrishnan was taken to the gates of
heaven for admission and presented to the
admission authority.
The officer told him
'You are not good enough for heaven.
But you are not bad enough for hell either'
He scratched his head and asked Devil
'What shall I do? You suggest something'
Devil thought for moment and suggested
sending him to the half hell.
So the officer while still looking into
his register asked Radhakrishnan
'Devil suggests sending you to the
half hell. Since you are Devil's friend's
friend I will give you the choice of going
to Indian hell or American hell or any
other hell of your choice.
Your preference please'
Radhakrishnan had no hesitation in
choosing American hell.
It was Sidhan's turn to choose the hell.
'I do not know how to speak English.
So I will go to Indian hell'
he said and went to Indian hell.
When it came to choosing between
Indian and American hell Budhoose
asked for some clarification.
What was the difference?
He wanted to know.
'In Indian hell you will be whipped
on the first day of the week and
then roasted in a frying machine
for the rest of the week'
'And in American hell?'
'There too you would be whipped
on the first day of the week and
then roasted for the rest of the
week. But you get one day off in a week'
'In that case I would chose to
go to American hell.
'Take him to the American hell'
the officer told Devil.
Devil and Budhoose walked to
American hell.
On the way Devil told Budhoose
'Budhoose, have a look at the Indian
hell. You have not seen Sidhan for some time'
'No Devil, I better not go there.
I do not want to get caught there'
'Budhoose, it is for your own good.
Have a look at that.
I know better than you'
So Budhoose and Devil went to Indian hell.
They found Sidhan sitting on the road
side and chomping on banana chips
and sipping a yellow liquid.
'Are you sure this is hell?'
Budhoose asked Devil.
'Yup. That is why I asked you
to have a look at that'
“Hey Sidhan! Are you not supposed
to be roasted and whipped?'
Budhoose asked.
Sidhan looked around and said
'When I came here I was whipped
a couple of times. But then he stopped'
'
Who stopped?'
'The guy who was supposed to whip'
'What happened? Why?'
'I do not know. I often see him sitting
on road side and smoking a beedi.
I think he is expecting a bribe.
He does not even look at me now a days'
'What about the fire?'
'Oh, you mean that roasting business?'
'Yes'
'They say the machine broke down
some seven years back and has never
been fixed after that. I have not seen that'