Baby 81 speaking.......

Hey , Baby 81 speaking…….

Knock…knock….?

Identification ?

Ok…Name :- Baby 81

Loctaion :- Kalmunai Base Hospital , Colombo

Occupation :- Staring at the white hospital ceiling , fist fights with

Baby 80 and Baby 82 .

Pastimes :- Giving DNA tests , wetting the bed

I hope that’s enough for now. Are you sure pune is not on the coastline? Was it affected by the tsunami ?

No….? What losers ! That means no more parent hunting for me ? (Sob…sob)

Oh..no that means my trp rates are gonna fall drastically . Just to make you people aware of who I am..let me give you the headlines.

1) Baby 81 is No. 1 desire in tsunami-hit Sri Lanka

2) Our Baby 81 is alone , but then all the nurses want to feed him!

3) 9 desperate , heartbroken women quarrel over baby 81!

4) Give us our Baby!

See… Didn’t I tell you ! I’m the next child celeb for sure ( hey… I didn’t ask for all the attention ..its for free!)

Don’t you want to hear my success story…? Well , here comes……

I was just , another four month old , used to do the same boring things that any four month old in the locality did. Cried , screamed , bellowed sometimes , just to see my ma changing expressions the way Jim Carrey does .

I remember , her looking heavenward , muttering something , clasping her head and then looking at me ….

Well, till one day , something happened ? What is it called ? Tsunami ?

It was a Sunday morning , right after Christmas , when pa , ma and me , went for a stroll to the beach nearby . Suddenly , there was a huge cry from the people on the beach . They were all running for their lives .I tried asking the baby in the crowd , she said precisely this “ UUUUWAAAAAHHHHH “ .

I guess that meant , “ Run ! Damn my moms missing! “ . That’s when I realized , my ma’s missing too! I looked everywhere , but in vain. For a minute , I was wondering if the Kumbh Mela had come to Colombo or what ? Children left behind , a stampede , brothers and sisters looking for each other …….

The next thing I see , a lady dressed in a white , in some kind of frock , and some kind of white headgear , feeding me , and put some kind of tag on me.

I was christened as “Baby 81” ! She put me back in a cradle , which had another kid too. We got a cosy cushion kind of thing to rest on…and a cute soft pink blanket also . I was loving it ….though I kept thinking of where ma and pa must have been . All was going well , till some people barged into his place and picked me up …. And the man claimed to be my father!

Did he ever have a look at himself before ? He looked like “gabbar” of sholay ,with a big beard and a bulging tummy . I tried to look away ….so imagine what the man must have said….He said “ This baby has suffered terrible losses , loss of familiar sounds and smells” ! I could have hung him upside down. Well , now , the whole ordeal of new parents barging in continues…..I get to see newer moms everyday …It’s very depressing , believe me… I understand !

Anyways , my life continues to rock , along with Baby 80 and 82!

Our life life revolves around fist fights , crying competitions and wetting blankets. And so be it….let me get going to my newest set of “child” claimers

Who insist that I get some DNA test done. Gotta Rush….u cant trust those docs these days …Who knows…they might just get my genes mismatched!

You bet!

Bye….

P.S :- For those who didn’t know..(losers) , I have got my name from the hospital authorities , because I was the eighty first kid to be admitted.

By the way , Tsunami donations are yet welcome….Please forward your donations to Ms.Jomy John (jomyjn@gmail.com)

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