Life is Not a Joke, Boss! But...

Complaint

Leela becomes upset and raises her voice, exclaiming, "Krishna, I've told you so many times that we don't want a baby for a few years! You're usually busy at work, leaving me to care for him alone. This is ridiculous."

The three-year-old, who is sitting nearby and playing with his toys, abruptly stops and stares at his father with a pout, as if understanding a tremendous injustice. In his young mind, the truth is obvious: it is entirely his father's fault that he winds up on Earth in the first place.

She goes on, her tone filled with irritation. "You've never helped with the baby! Your work focus makes you unconcerned about your personal life. I'm exhausted, Krishna, and I require your assistance!"

Krishna Kumar exclaims in frustration, "See, Leela, I don't have time for all this nonsense. I'm under enormous strain at work and can't concentrate. Do not bring this up again! For the record, I never indicate that I want children."

Leela, her voice filled with anguish, snapped back, "Then why were you so tense when I was pregnant? Why did you take me to an astrologer? You pressed me to follow all of the doctor's directions! "If you didn't care, why did you cry the last time I miscarried?"

The debate heats up as Leela's words sting. Krishna Kumar, enraged, raises his fist to strike her. His behavior further enrages Leela. Their debate quickly escalates into a full-fledged brawl, with voices raised and emotions boiling over.

Meanwhile, their three-year-old sits nearby, watching the event unfold with increasing terror. His little heart pounds as he tries to make sense of the turmoil. Feeling undesired and afraid, he looks around for an exit from the overpowering circumstance. His naïve imagination comes up with a dangerous idea: He notices the switchboard across the room and runs for it.

Determined to overcome his trepidation, the toddler grabs for the plug and inserts his tiny finger inside. The first man wakes in an instant, and the vivid memory of his first suicide attempt floods over him like a frigid wave of guilt and regret.

As the second and third men make hurried attempts to wake up the first man, they both exhale with relief and experience a wave of joy upon his eventual awakening.

The first man takes a careful glance around. The environment is quiet, tranquil, and full of fresh, crisp air. Huge trees surround them, their branches powdered with snow, their leaves shimmering in orange and yellow, appearing bright and robust. A tiny pond nearby mirrors the splendor of the surroundings. The experience is bizarre, as if they have traveled to another dimension. Despite the unusually frigid weather, they feel strong, healthy, and fit. Their clothes remain the same, but they have removed their masks, allowing them to breathe freely in the unusual air.

Absorbing the calmness in the surroundings, the first man inquires, "Where are we?"

To their surprise, the second man replies in a complete sentence: "We don't know. That sage leads us here," he remarks, pointing to a guy nearby.

The first and third men are astonished. They exchange disbelieving looks. The second man has always left his ideas incomplete, stopping mid-sentence. But now he is speaking fully and clearly.

Before they can process their amazement, they turn to see where the second man is pointing, hoping to see the mysterious sage who leads them to this odd and lovely spot.

In some distance from them, the sage sits in a meditative pose, his presence exuding deep peace and serenity. He is tall and imposing, with a big build that projects strength and calm. Although his face displays a hint of a smile, there is an undeniable intensity to his appearance. His body stays motionless, but the energy around him seems strong, filling the room with amazement.