how should i know that i have arrived? though everybody was listening to my cries, i was having only one organ, i.e. mouth to cry. My ears were deaf to the noise of congrats. My eyes were only for position on the body. my senses were yet to make me feel myself. Some unknown hands lifted me deftly and put me on a rhythm familier to me since last 9 months. That was the only sign i could recognise.
The mahurat astrologers were far away to predict my rise. The joys and pain of life were yet to reach me. My achievements and follies were not at all counted. But i had arrived in the eyes of my mother. I had taken birth in the telegram sent to my father. I was noted by the world thru' the sweets distributed by my grandpa. Slowly and surely, doctors gave me a no. Sisters and nurses gave me their fond names. Municipality delivered my birth certificate. School leaving certificate endorsed the same.
Yes! That was me. But soon, i would be taught not to say about I, me, myself. I would be guided to help others. I would be preached to think about others. I would be told, it's sacrosanct to be selfish. Then what about my existence? Who would pamper me? Who would love me? Who would caress me? Am i a sacrificial lamb?
How would i contribute? How would i get noticed?
It's simple! Get on the BLOG. Get Blogged. Publish, post or perish