Three days after my birth around I was looking for new worlds to the surprise and bewilderment.
My mother asked the nurse ,''is not my baby alright?''
Nurse said,''Ma'am, the baby is perfectly fine and I never ever saw a child who is born just so cheerful.''
It made me angry, I was screaming,''Mom, this is not true. My bed is hard, bitter taste of milk is bad & the midwife's breasts smell is unbearable for me. I am in very poor condition.''
But to me both mother and nurse could not understand because I was talking the language of that world from which I came.
Twenty-first day of my life priest came, sprinkle holy water on me, and said to the mom ,''You should be happy that your baby seems born priest.''
I was surprised, I told the priest,''then your deceased mother to be sad, because you were not born priest.''
Priests also could not understand my language.
Seven months later by a soothsayer my Mamma was told ,''Your son will be a great politician, it has all the qualities of a great leader.''
I had to scream in rage killing,''wrong ... I want to be a musician, musician, and besides I'll be nothing.''
Surprised at some of my language .... even at that age had no doors.
Today I'm 33 years old. Over the years my mother, nurse and priest are all dead but the prophet is still alive. Yesterday I met him at the temple entrance. He said,''I knew from the start that you become a musician,
I had predicted it in your childhood.''
I believed it to him easily, because now I do not understand the language of little kids.
With Love
Abhishek Bansal
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