Musings Of A Ball Pen

Who Am I

Ouch! I feel all jelly jelly. My inside is filled with some mushy blue gel. Who am I? Where am I? I look down and see myself to be a transparent long blue stick. Well, where's my mother? I can't find her...

I get all scared. With tear filled eyes, I look around to find this white colour solid these two legged walking creatures call plastic, lying everywhere. Big machines looking like monsters churn this white solid in their mouths to produce a semi solid paste.

Me silently fearing that making any noise would make those creatures put me into the monster's mouth, silently stare at the pity state of the white fellow.
Then suddenly before I could understand what was happening, another monster had gulped him.

My heart full of pity for him, I sat thinking what I could do to help this poor fellow.
My mind filled with these thoughts, I failed to notice what the monster was doing to him all this while.
All I saw was a transparent long white stick staring at me. I was taken aback, this guy looked like my twin; white twin to be precise.

Enchanted and muted I watched him go through another machine; machine I now call the monster because I have a feeling that he is doing something good to that fellow.
The fellow who looked like he was dying then, now looked lean and healthy.

The sight in front of my eyes made me feel butterflies flying inside my body gel. There, right in front of my eyes I saw the then white solid, now standing looking like my twin-blue twin. He looked exactly like me.

A realisation hit me, I too used to be that ugly lump of white solid. These monsters had changed me into who I am. With great reverence I now looked at the machines whom I had called monsters then, with eyes filled with love of a child looking at his mother.

This is the story of my birth.