Story of a lost journalist

December 23, 2006

I am 1 n a half but who says I cant think!

Filed under: Being another — Cris @ 19:36

I woke up and cried for Momma. She was nowhere near. I was hungry and I wanted to see her. I crawled through the bed and fell down. I picked myself up. Hey I forgot! I could walk now. I made an attempt to stand in 2 legs, failed first but got it the next time. It seemed like the floor was kind of, well, bouncy – atleast I seemed to bounce when I walked over it.
Aha there she was! My mother. Lots of people around her. I wonder what is going on. This must be that thing she always talks about. It started with p. I cant remember now. Platey? Porty? Its when lots of people come and crowd at a place and say dumb things. I have always found the whole idea stupid. Their life must be so lame! So boring!
Now me! I have got a busy life to waste my time like that!

Hey I need to get Momma’s attention. I guess I should cry. But I am not interested. This was a good chance to do as I please without her behind my back. Wow I could go and get myself all dirty! I could play in the mud! Oh boy! This was going to be a great day!

I ran to the door. Oh oh our maid stood right there giving me that look I hate so much. “Where do you think you are going!”
I gave up. I have tried to win her over many times before. But this one was a toughy! Cute looks, pleading cries, curling-up lips..nothing works with her! She was a rock! I ran back to the bed room. I took a pal and talked to him.
“Gaga gugu bim kung chum”
Mr Teddy, thats my pal, doesnt talk back. He only stares. Maybe he doesnt understand. I cant blame him. I cant understand half the things Momma tells. I raise an eyebrow to let her know I didnt follow. She doesnt seem to understand me either! I am learning her language these days. So far I know to tell her to get me milk and let me play. I add “Momma” at the end. Now thats a killer word. She must really love her name cause she smiles and does as I ask her to as soon as she hears it.

Talking of names, she calls me funny names. I am not sure what my real name is. I prefer Balbi. Sounds like a nice name.
Hmm I am getting bored talking to Mr Teddy. I tried Mr Doggie. Nothing there either. I took another look at Momma. She seems to have forgotten me! At first it was nice, but I dont like it anymore. Its alright to roam about for a while. But now I am missing her. I cant count time but I am sure its been a lot since I saw her. How can she just forget me! This was too sad. I had to cry. I did.

Momma came running. That was more like it.
“Aww my poor baby! When did ya get up now! Awww Momma forgot you? There there dont ya cry now. Shall I get you some milk”
At-a-girl! Way to go girl! Thats my girl! I tried to express my appreciation.
“Momma gau gau gi gi”. I guess she understood that. Cause she seemed happy and kissed me. Hmm she got my face all wet but it was alright. I didnt mind that much. It seemed to cheer the poor girl up. Momma will be back now. I gotta play some prank before that so she wont leave me again! Hmmm…



  1. hahha…this was cool
    “Hmm she got my face all wet”…..i thot Moms have a talent to not let this happen!

    Comment by me! — December 23, 2006 @ 20:56 | Reply

  2. No need to add this as a comment, try someting different.try to write a short story, try to use language in a different way….

    Comment by Anonymous — December 24, 2006 @ 04:13 | Reply

  3. dis is reaaaall reaaal cool crissie….quoting you…”way to go girl..”

    Keep writing…I guess i have a new fav entry now

    Comment by just a jester — December 24, 2006 @ 08:12 | Reply

  4. hmm this is a good one. better than your previous senti ones. so u r improving πŸ™‚

    Comment by prem — December 24, 2006 @ 08:53 | Reply

  5. I love this…another good one from cris…

    Comment by Gov — December 25, 2006 @ 04:04 | Reply

  6. πŸ™‚ vewy goodie, cwiski…

    Comment by jest a juster — December 30, 2006 @ 10:40 | Reply

  7. thts beautiful one πŸ™‚

    Comment by Rhythm — January 4, 2007 @ 07:57 | Reply

  8. A very different story… Enjoyed the baby’s view on adults… “Its when lots of people come and crowd at a place and say dumb things”

    Comment by InTeGeR — January 6, 2007 @ 11:53 | Reply

  9. Hehehe.. this is a good one.. I liked it..

    Comment by Harish — April 17, 2007 @ 11:52 | Reply

  10. @me, hehe yeah but babies are fussy hehe

    @Anonymous, thanks for the comment. I will remember that πŸ™‚

    @just a jester, hehe I will! A wise guy once told me to take the blog to more than 10 entries and then he will believe in my blogging. So first I had to write to convince him, but now its what I love most!

    @prem, thanks πŸ™‚ Glad to hear that!

    @Gov, thank you πŸ™‚

    @jest a juster, thanks πŸ™‚

    @Rhythm, thanks dear!

    @InTeGeR, hehe

    @Harish, thank you πŸ™‚

    Comment by Cris — July 9, 2008 @ 04:18 | Reply

  11. When reading this post my heart was all with my Janasree, thanks to you..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 18, 2011 @ 23:20 | Reply

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