Hello! Anybody listening! Pick me up please. Oh! My God, what’s wrong with these docs? Why can’t they understand? I can’t stand this anymore. I want to come out. These stupid machines with metal hearts don’t have ears to lend me. I am dying to place my first foot. Listen! Can anybody take me out? I don’t want to die before my birth. I have got a lot to do there. I have to be out to rule the world out there. I have to be the best. I am sure, I will be. Bring me out now or else you will not be eligible for my autograph.

Ah! What a relief! At last the light of the day has dawned on me. Now what’s this? Oh! No! It is the stupid doctors, again! Listen! I am more than fine. No need to check my senses, you! Fool! Take me to my mother. I am feeling hungry. Ah! Everybody wants to play with me like they used to with Barbie. I am not a doll. For God’s sake leave me alone.

Is there anything on this earth that can make these childish adults grow?

I knew it, the first shock of my life. Who else but a doctor could have Organized it? I am just two and he wants me to be under knife just because I look sideways. Such a hefty punishment for what is not my mistake but a manufacturing defect. But for the will of my parents he would have insisted on an exchange offer.

Oh no! With mask on his face and gloves on his hands, this doctor looks like a butcher. Can anybody tell him that I am not a scapegoat?

After giving me so much of trouble, this doctor wants me to cover the gem of my eyes with some stupid glasses. Does he want me to be called as battery for the rest of my life? Can anybody ask this doctor why is he so eager to gut all my dreams?

After doctors, now is the turn of teachers. There is not much of a difference except that doctors use knife and teachers use pen. I think God cut out both to trouble me. Doctor’s prescription and teachers notes, both mean same for me. Both are a long list of dos and don’ts. Today my mother informed me that they (mummy and papa) have got me admitted in a school. What’s the difference? Last time it was hospital and this time school. Last time it was OT and this time class room.

Look at this stupid lady. How can she steal me from my mother’s lap? She must be younger sister of that butcher Doc. She is pushing me into her OT, I mean class room. She is in no mood to spare her stick and spoil me. If my fingers can’t write upright, is that my mistake. See, again I am being punished for no fault of mine. These manufacturing defects I tell you, nobody can understand them. Teachers also come with a manufacturing defect. They have this stupid habit of asking stupid questions, and for God sake never believe them if they tell you, they know the answers.

Everything seems so ridiculous. With every bell a monster enters the room with the weapons of a humiliating stare and a stick; dying to be spared, and trying to throw words into my mouth. It seems they sit whole night conspiring with my math, science, history, Gk and many other enemies of my life. These wood-headed batteries, with no eye for music and dance, how can they throw me out of the selection process? Now who will tell them, how desperate I am to perform on the annual day function of my school. Oh! God I can’t just sit and watch, I want to do something out there on the stage. There is no option left for me but to skip the annual day function.

Today my class teacher handed me the schedule for final exams. I tell you, the day I get to know the person who created the nuclear bomb of exams, will be his last day. I think the days have come when I have to move across my room throwing tantrums and tempers. My Goodness! Will I ever be able to cram all this? Can anybody help me? I need a pill that can make me invisible or make me sick till the exams are over. I love these exams.

Tomorrow is the result day, when I will be exposed. God! Help me please! I don’t want to be called dull- headed battery. Can anybody summon uncle sun? I don’t want this sleepless night. I can’t believe this, I got the top grades. Believe me; I don’t know how this happened. Sometimes monsters also turn angelic. Well! Today is my day and I am the queen. A special treat must be waiting for me at home. This must be a dream. They actually judged me first in the eloquence competition. These monsters are really showering there love on me. I feel like a show stopper on the ramp. Can anybody lend me a microphone to announce this to the world?