Saturday, January 19, 2008

The story of a 'ME'

Part I

Once upon a time there was a me. A me that was born into a happy home in a small little town on one rainy June morning. Considering that this me was the first caesarian baby in the hospital, you could only image the apprehension surrounding the birth of me. So here was a first time mommy, covered with chicken pox, crying out in labour cause the child refused to come out for almost a week. Hey you could’nt blame the me!? Could you? All cozy inside mommy.

So finally the time had come, me came into the world. Yeah thank you, you SOB (the doctor) for waking me so rudely. Duh! Upside down and slapped on me’s butt!!!! Hello! What was he thinking? Anyway after a yelling session, me was finally handed to me’s mommy. It felt so good. Cozy cozy.

Yeah events surrounding the birth of me? Well, the new Mama and the Papa were ecstatic! But the paternal grandma, sighed that the me was a girl! A girl!!! Like that made the me any less a human.

So from there, the me went home. Christened a Catholic.Yeah thanks for pouring some cold water on my head u freak! (that’s the priest) Yeah all that the me could think about was, why doesn’t any bloody person in this new world allow the me to sleep! If it weren’t for the hundreds of relatives pinching the me, it were the other thousand who came to coo over the me, who dint ever miss an opportunity to pinch or pull the me’s cheeks.

Me’s childhood passed in blur… till one fine day, the me had to share my mommy with another you! The you was well, fat, chubby and a boy! A boy? A boy? Did someone say a boy? YES! It was a boy. Now don’t get me wrong, the me loved the you. At least now the me was left alone and not ogled at, at every opportunity.

As the me grew up, the me went to pre-school, yup, the youngest in the class at age 2. Then as life progressed the me was shuttled off to school. In Goa and Muscat, then back in Goa. Damn why did the me’s parents decide to come back. The me loved the school in Muscat. Goa was an all girls school! Damn where were the boys. Anyways, me was tortured here for some six years before, me joined studying with the opposite sexes again. Phew! There’s so much learn… (wink)

To be continued…
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