THE THREE MASQUERADEERS IN HEAVEN

(Sent by e-mail to us from one of our anonymous readers)

A scientist, a doctor, and an educationist all breathed their last and respectively went scampering, sauntering, and loping up the stairs of Heaven. God himself awaited them at the Gates.

God, inspecting his scrolls: The roll call shows you three have done nothing worthy to deserve admission here.

The three confabulate, and then the educationist submits a Mercy Petition, “Dear God, we three have done great deeds, please recognise them and admit us to Heaven.”

God: Pray, what good deeds? But as I have place for only one scoundrel today, only he who has made the greatest sacrifice will be admitted. For the rest, Eternal Hell!

Educationist, stepping forward confidently: In spite of securing the power of ichhamrityu I sacrificed my right to live longer. Just imagine what a direct challenge I would have posed to Thy reign and Thy supremacy on earth had I lived a few years more and grown still holier and…

Stopping abruptly seeing God frown, the educationist changes his strategy: Oops sorry, what I meant is that had I lived just a bit longer Satan would have incarnated in me, and just imagine how much more difficult it would have been for you to win the Divine Victory.

God: Hmm, you have a point. And you, Doctor?

Doctor, smirking: I sacrificed my right to be the head of our dispensary. With my professional track record, just imagine how many more souls would be knocking at Thy gates every day and troubling Thee no end.

God, impressed: Now that’s a truly compassionate doctor. And what about you, atomic researcher?

Scientist, nervously, still huffing and puffing: Ahem, hmm, haan, you see, ahem…

Educationist, interjecting: I know you too thought yourself a guru, but I didn’t know you had attained the level of a True Satya Sigh-ing Bhabha. Hurry up, literally for God’s sake!

Scientist: Hmm, Ahan, you know I just can’t sorry, but ahem, haan, I sacrificed my right, as the senior-most amongst the three and the most prolific writer, to draft the Mercy Petition. Just imagine…

God interrupts abruptly and ushers him through the Gates of Heaven.

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