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"Ohh.. My Godess" (A Fiction Story)


One day, Goddess Laxmi went to her husband Lord Vishnu and said "Dear Vishnu, I think its high time for me to change my get up"
The Lord replied,"Why? Whats the problem dear. You wear expensive silk saree precious jewellery and have long hair.. You are the ideal women for people on earth.."
"Not any more", the Goddess replied taking a deep breadth.
"Last night I looked for the pending requests in my system and I was shocked to see there are no pending requests  in my inbox from ladies asking for decent husband"
"Then, Narad told me the that the time has changed. Women on earth are no longer striving for getting married. You know.. Ladies are very cool and chose comfortable get up these days."
"Narad has also told me that all ladies these days send requests related to their career. They ask for selections, promotions and increments". "Ladies want a handsome salary not a handsome man. They think, if they have a decent career there is a list of men to choose form for them"
The Lord said, "I see.. So you start showering your blessings on those men who wish to have such women as their wives."
"That too seems out of my services area", the Goddess tagged," Men no longer wish to have a wife who has long hair, wears silk saree or heavy jewelry, neither they ask for a women who can make traditional food for them or acts as just a homemaker". " They ask for a lady who earns at least 1Lakh in a month or have a government job to marry with them and my problem is such ladies do not even want to get married until they become general manager or CEO of a company".

"Time has changed and I also think we should have a makeover now. Or else there would be a day when people will stop resembling me with the most charming ladies on earth. I no longer want to have such old fashioned get up"
"Nobody wears heavy gold jewellery, i want to change these ones with platinum and diamond sets now. I would select a designer dress or may be pick one of those brushed on the Red Carpet. Instead of holding this golden pot of gold coins, I think I should hold shares of Google, Apple and facebook."
"Why don't you gift me one Ferrari, my owl would drive it. And you are not a man who has constant leg pain why should I pose serving your legs all the time."
"You also don't need to close your eyes and look around the world for people in trouble. I suggest join facebook and twitter. It had been a time you and I were asked about the things people didn't know, they make a google search and find the answer, now" "And I think, its faster" "Nobody resorts to keeping fast of 16 Fridays to find the perfect match, they register on matrimonial sites in the morning and find a perfect match by the night"
The Lord smiled and said, "Dear, change is the only thing constant I have made for the world and you are free to chose the style you like. Find a new designer and put on the new get up by the time I would arrange a new photographer to find our new pose in which you are passing on a signature card to me for my help in operating the world".

Goddess Laxmi is thinking about it..

(Please note this short story is not aimed at hurting the religious sentiments of anyone. This is just a creative vision.)
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