The ‘Betal’ is back on the public demand and he has a story. 

Betal: Just now a story is taking place of another one. Life is short they say. Everything gets replaced. Like some new tenants are moving into the old apartment. For them, it's new and for those who left, it's a story of past. This story is as alive as those people occupying that apartment are and with the passing time, it will also become just another story of past. Unlike some religious ones which are immortal. Myths they say.

Every day this common story wakes up with the alarms from the mobile phone (another sleeping partner) or beeps of mails and messages. Now that they are committed to what seemed to be just an affair with some tasks, they have to follow the orders (read OBEY). No matter how insignificant it might seem through the God's eye view (if you believe HE exists), something is waiting to be done! Almost eternally.

Most of the time, it seems to be the tasks running the story rather than the story creating some. That's where they invented the term, "Life F****!" Practically giving birth to a delusion of what is real and what is not. 

So the question is "Are you real or your story is? Is it the task that is more important or you? And by the way, Who are you?"

The great king Vikramaditya: I don’t know! May be my name, or gender, or profession, religion or status or .. I don’t know. Be specific about what you want to know."

Betal: hahaha.. "Why would I want to know anything? (Dead people don't need news) I am just asking a question and you should answer like we have decided. You only know about yourself in comparison with others. You are a king because others are not and they call you that. You are a man because you are not a woman. Your body and your personality is yours not you. So who are you?" :) 

The great king Vikramaditya: Wait a minute. Are we still talking about a story in the happening? Or it was a metaphor for people. Are we happening? Are we stories? Or we create them? Are we slaves to tasks or the master? Who are we?

Betal: "That’s the question. I was asked once and it changed my life forever. Like a philosopher’s stone. They say, it can turn base metals into Gold.

So my dear Rajan, Who are you??"

Let this question haunt you. For if you find out, you might too turn into Gold (or may be, a ghost)!