Saint Or Satan-A Choice

The choice that pleases the eye, tempts the tongue and appeals the mind ,

the decision that yields more profit, causes less pain, requires less labour,

The path that takes no time ,measures a little shorter and feels too easy.

The parameters that trigger human brain and produces actions ,that are but the consequences of our own choices.

I can feel my sweat roll down the forehead, my throat is numb and lips too dry as here I choose between the two doors.One of which opens to Heaven while the other leads to hell.

It’s been an hour that I’ve been noticing the architecture of the two doors and helping myself to get to a decision.The gate at the right side has a carved golden frame, with angels embossed and is beautifully studded .The bright hue makes it so enchanting while the latter door shows some poor work ,a few flowers scribbled on old wood, the wood seems heavy and hard to pull.The polish doesn’t scream of anything as great as heaven.I’ve been keeping notes of all clues that might lead me to the correct option. The grandeur of the former one is quite characteristic of the holy abode.

With shivering fingers,I push the door to a few centimetres however with greater energy I pull it back.I calculate again ,gather all my gut and force the door inside,I can hardly feel my feet move ,it’s dark inside .Here I find a note that reads,”Decoration is nothing but a danger, meant to trick and trap the viewer”

-Shakespeare.

The note continues,

the gaudy gold has fooled your eye ,wealth has attracted you all your life

The angels here are but the people like you, who fake goodness, treacherous though

Your heart has been cold and hard like those studs ,

Welcome to hell ! HARD LUCK !

A few pushes brought my body back to senses, the place is crowded and loud.The reception has irregular queues ,the receptionist gives details of each one’s sins ,some are liars, some being thieves, while a few have been murderers and the others have bullied.All are being subjected to hard penance accordingly.The ground feels laid with stones and the heat pricks as I take my position.The voices around hurt my brain, there are loud cries and screechy shouts ,aggressive pushes and pinches .I received a detailed account of all my corruptions, it had a list of lies I told that I thought nobody knew about.deceitful acts which I thought nobody had seen.A summary of my good deeds too but times of dishonesty were greater in number.My mind rattled down the memory lane, remembered all the people I had wronged, all the women I cheated ,innocent blood that I shed ,each helpless face gives me a reason that I stand here today.

The clouds appear monstrous ,there are thunderbolts, furious lightening and it’s dark ,I still can’t feel the wind but the heat from the ground scorches my face, there are shadows around me, weary faces with stone expressions, my body feels fatigued ,I retire to bed, these are rocks laid with no cover sheets,I adjust myself on it ,fine pricks bruise my skin,I can feel blood ooze out but make no effort.My eyes are drowsy with sleep, heart so full, head is aching and restlessness all over.I look for food but no logs for fire, I hunt for food and try borrowing some.The dead eyes glare at me and reach out for my flesh .I somehow, save myself .

The ground is unpaved and laid with spiders and beetles ,this place feels miserable.

I gather some stale fruits and helplessly sit down to eat, while I notice four ugly men, gnawing at me ,their sharp canines reaching out for food.I drop the fruits and escape from there.

It’s been only a few hours,I’ve already slogged for food, ran for life and undergone pain.

I crumble on my stomach and try to sleep, the loud cries don’t let me do that either.Each second brings me regret ,I look down at the wealth I acquired all my life, it all seems useless.The smell of sulphur chokes me ,I look for water to quench my thirst and here I find a hole,I get closer to it in hope of water ,I see dense flares of fire emerging from the pit. These deep holes, repeatedly cover the ground in intervals.

A deep horrifying sound strikes and Satan enters.He is huge in size, has two pointed horns, big eyes with dark circles ,sharp teeth and a bold voice.He carries a trident in one hand and leg irons in other.His men follow , tying the remaining us with brittle chains.The chains have caused enough bleeding on the wrist and there are boils under my feet.I’ve been subjected to slavery ,my head’s growing small horns .When a task goes wrong,Satan shoves us in those fire pits.Each passing moment leaves me in torment.Flesh satisfies hunger and blood quenches thirst.I’ve got used to rats by now, they rattle over as soon as I lie down for slumber.The place is full of lurking bats and has people who are scarier than these creatures.Every second is a punishment that brings new filth into being.They often prick us with needles, or leave us to walk on spikes.I’ve seen fellow beings get crushed under the demon’s feet or at other times left as food for the snakes.

If the senior demons wished, they could toss us over burning coal or merely plunge us onto the flaming wheel, torture us with arrows and this was a source of entertainment for them.Their laughter was deadly but actions were more lethal.

My surroundings are full of sufferings ,subjugation and maltreatment.

I narrate to you in short, the experience is bitter .There is a world after death ,your table might have had a dozen dishes, you could have had the parliament as your circle but your coffin bears no pockets ,my friend!,your deeds are eternal.Each act opens to you, two doors-you choose between the right and wrong, humble and the wicked ,Saint or Satan who ultimately get you to Heaven or Hell.

It’s the choice of door ,that you make.