The Almighty's Radio Program

At exactly 8.36 pm on the second Friday of July, the majestic voice was first heard over the radio waves. No one can explain why that specific day and time was chosen. Obviously the instant reaction would be amusement and disbelief mixed in a special concoction. No one was able to believe it.

Rajiv Khandelwal of Mumbai was in the living room of his plush flat playing with his daughter's doll house, and was following a celebrity interview in his amplifier-cum-radio. Suddenly, a mildly shrill voice came on and the program faded out and the voice, majestic, gentle, deep and firm said, 

"This is Almighty, the supreme soul. I apologize to interrupt you. My creations, by their rights, are to go forward in their own stage of rules. But oh my children of the sun's third member, you are moving towards your own finale, making me step in. I shall spend a week with you."

Rajiv stood up, aghast, "Sure Mohit must have set up a mic here."

He went to his son's room. Mohit was on his table, making head and tail of the monumental maths homework. 

"Did you do anything to the radio?" his father asked.

"Me? Nothing. Is something wrong?" Mohit asked back.

Rajiv was perplexed beyond measure. He went to his neighbor, Paul.

"Paul," Rajiv said, "Were you following the interview on the radio now?"

"Nope," Paul replied, "I was listening to the Nationals."

"Then you might not have heard it," Rajiv said.

"Wait! So you heard it too?" Paul asked, amazed.

Mumbai was not the only city to feel wonder and amazement. The next morning, newspapers and TV reports from every continent (including Antarctica) were in, proving that the broadcast was worldwide and multilingual. The Poles heard it in Polish and the tribes in Nagaland heard it in Nagamese.

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"What do you think of it?" every man would ask another. Never was the sentence "I don't know" used much often than the first Saturday, in July.

It was night. The ammeters in every radio station of the world began to experience heavy incoming loads. The audience-count in Radio grew substantially. They weren't disappointed. Exactly at 8.36, the friendly, deep voice said,

"Don't be afraid, my children. This is to convince you that I am really God and I am going to spend a whole week with you."

Every radio station tried to catch the direction by using radio signals when the voice was live. Nothing was found. The Kremlin Nation was suspected of being involved.

Sunday was ridiculed by devotion of the newspapers towards the voice. Even the scientists are having an unanimous view towards this issue. One of the teachers proficient in logical reasoning commented, "If it was God, why would he need the Radio? If he dwells in our hearts, he could've talked to us directly, why these Radio Broadcasts?"

The religious sphere were in for celebration. One of the priests in Khajuraho reportedly said to a journalist, "Even if the voice is not of god, these broadcasts remind us of one fact, God is with us." Atheists on the other side, declared it as a sick joke, resulting in minimal skirmishes with the devout theists.

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By Monday-Evening, population in places of worship rose by a very high number. Temples, Mosques, Churches, Gurudwaras, Monasteries had Radios installed. The third broadcast consisted of only three words. To those who believed God must be serious and funereal, the voice was more of a jester chuckle.

"It is I."

Like the former broadcasts, this one too crept into every radio, even in the airplanes, with the pilot's announcement being dwarfed by the broadcast. Naval Ships's radios were blessed by the broadcast too, which was very surprising as they were operated by codes and all. This provided a sturdy answer to why God was talking via the Radio. Rumblings out of the sky might have caused panic around the planet. Everyone was accustomed to hear voices from the radio. Maybe God was being obliging.

His knowledge of human psychology was beyond par (obviously!). The very transience of his "It is I" message was able to convince the small portion of people who revere understatements and modesty.

An array of miracles for the ignorant and mythical occurred on Thursday. They occurred about 90 kilometers apart in parts of the globe. In Tel Aviv, dates lined up forming the words - My Children - in a neat frame of parsley. A tiger broke out in the Trivandrum Zoo and roamed around, until it clambered upon a peaceful bear's back and slept. In Bali, an infidel husband took his innocent wife to the roof of a high-story building and pushed her from the brink. The woman was suspended in mid-air for 50 minutes until a fire engine pushed an extension ladder up to her; her husband missed a step while running and fell to the stairs, dying immediately.

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These miracles had a very enraging effect on the people who weren't effected by the broadcast and the subsequent miracles. Parliamentarians began to fight in session, immediately having expertise in boxing. People in Kiev planned a mass protest against the ongoing phase.

The Tuesday evening broadcast was lengthy, and the voice was ecclesiastical. 

"The soil beneath your feet, every drop of water you drink, every drop of blood you shed, is a miracle. I have realized that you have lost your sense to feel awe, and some weren't still believing in their creator's presence, that's why I did those miracles. I have broken the natural law to make myself credible. My readiness to break the rule should show you how much I love you, but the rock-hard children should be convinced too. That is why tomorrow Wednesday, I shall perform giant miracles in the morning. I shall drown the Filipino Cluster Islands beneath the sea for a whole minute at noon."

People by millions were now convinced that it was certainly God's voice. The entire Muslim world trudged along to the mosques and prayed. Crackers adorned the sky of The Country. One of the tribes of the Sedna mountain range of the Southern Coffee Continent wore shawls and smoked weed, awaiting the annihilation of the world as they knew it.

The Filipino Radio Stations were in for a frenzy. God has chosen their nation for his demonstration. Any other nation might have scrambled for boats and would've sent their population to the neighboring nations for two days, but not Filipino Islands, no sir. One of the public announcers said, "There's nothing to be scared or alarmed or nervous for. A minute under water will not do bad, especially for people like us." The Filipino Government ordered every press helicopter to be in the sky, to record the Great Flood.

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God had promised 'giant' miracles for Wednesday morning, and they were truly giant. In The Capitalist Country, every last bit of metal owned by the armed forces was vanished. Battleships, Humvees, Blackbirds, everything was reduced to neatly cut scrap. 

By mid-morning, North Secretive Republic, whose potential as a nuclear superpower and a danger to world peace was well-known, found its nuclear reserves, bombs, and every piece of sophisticated military equipment lost. The Kremlin Nation was furious, its streaming array of warplanes, tanks, guns and other equipment were completely gone. In its place stood a heap of overflowing cans of rotten tomatoes, with a huge billboard reading, "Reap as you sow."

As for the people protesting in Kiev, God turned each of them into saints. Huge billowing cloaks were draped over them from thin air and beards sprouted out from their chins, including women. Every single one of them scooted off embarrassed, fetching for cabs.

The reporters and cameramen were now in the helicopters over Filipino Islands. They were totally muddled with tension and fear as the seconds-hand in their watches swept away. 11.58, 11.59, finally at the dot of 12. One of the reporters, a veteran in the field, chattered away as if it was a commentary of a football match, "So here it is folks," he said, "the islands are now sinking. It is happening quite fast indeed; about that of a six like Trescothick. There! The Government House's dome has now gone under the waves. The water is adorned by the household items. Oh look! Bundles of chopsticks are now adrift on the water. The hills are getting under the water now. Okay so its time right? Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, and sixty! O-La! The water's coming back now... the hills are visible now, ah the Government House is coming up too. The water is receding in the same speed it came up. Woohoo! Filipino is up again!"

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Many relief planes of Filipino Government, which were stationed in the neighboring nations' coasts this morning, raced to the shores. The reporters came down too, with their first prey being a postman. "Please tell the audience, sir," huffed the reporter, "Did you people really go under?"

"I'm wet, that's the pure sign. I was in the office, stamping the envelopes, when the whole ocean came in by the windows and the door. Where would I get a towel and a sandwich please?" he asked.

The Wednesday-Evening broadcast was somewhat visible like to tie the loose ends.

"Is my visit supposed to be the annihilation of this haven I created for you? For the abode's sake, listen to your soul, listen to your heart and do as it says. Good Night."

Thursday can be deemed as the most busiest day on Earth. Moral senses sent adrift on the oceans, came ashore. Dictators resigned, Drug Chains got broken as the chieftain thoughts their methods were now unwelcome and to an extent, outdated. Small businessmen and brokers had a similar change of heart. One doctor called all of his subordinate doctors and nurses and said, "From now on, if someone is ill and doesn't has the papers, or isn't the condition to fill one, we'll treat them without the papers. Life is more important that these sheets."

People began to return lost books to libraries, loans were repaid, forgotten old aunts residing in Old Age Homes now received gifts and letters from their dear ones. The Human Race was astounded what a happy, pleasant, friendly place the planet had become by Thursday evening.

The Almighty's Saturday-Evening broadcast was his last. Across the globe, the radios blared, followed by silence and the ethereal voice. It said,

"Now it's time for me to go. You'll see that most of your problems are still remaining. You still bear pain and sadness, You still need to clothe and govern your old self. I do believe I don't need to tell you why. This haven is a school. Live and learn, my dear children. Fare thee well."

On Friday, the 8.36 broadcast was changed with the Radio Station's programs about good things and good life, supposed to be an insignia to the weekly broadcast of The Lord.