One day God decided to make an appearance and picked up a random CV. It turned out to be of Romila, which is why she couldn't find it when it was needed.

"I am God," said God to her.

Romila immediately replied, "Maybe you had the image of Nehru in mind when you became God."

"If I had Nehru in mind when I became God," said God, "I would have raised a dynasty."

"I don't know who you are," retorted Romila. "You seem to be an impostor. Nehru is God."

"Lady Saruman," mocked God, a regular subscriber of Kansaratva, "Let's look at your CV, shall we?"

Romila stared so balefully that if it were a cartoon, rays of fire would have shot out of her eyes.

"My work speaks for me," she said with the hubris of an Idea of India veteran.

"It speaks volumes," said God. "How long did it take you to make it up?"

"Go to hell," she yelled.

"Hell?" asked God, looking around the university campus with students who were older than his father. "Tell me about your work, Lady Saruman."

Romila shot out more rays of fire. "Get out!" she shouted.

"How do you feel being irrelevant because, you know, Scientific evidence?"

By now the rays of fire were becoming dangerously hot.

"I'm the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be," she said.

"Now I know why you consider Nehru as God," said God.

"Are you getting out or shall I call students of Jadavpur?"

God feigned fear.

Romila smiled looking at the timid face.

"By the way," said God, as if changing the topic, "people have questioned my work too."

"So?"

"Just that my work is real."

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you apologize, Lady Saruman?" said God. "Why live with such horrible lies?"

"My work is REAL," shouted Romila, with a stare that would have caused global warming in Pluto.

"Aryan Invasion Theory?" mocked God. "Why not Flat Earth Theory? It's at least plausible."

"GET OUT!"

"Is that what the Idea of India is based on, Lady Saruman?" taunted God.

"GET OUT, YOU SANGHI BIGOT!" she shouted.

God looked at her, smiled, and removed his fake beard.

"I'm from the drama troupe round the corner," he said. "Do you think God would come down to converse with you, of all the people?"

The rays of fire vanished like invading Aryans. /