LIFE OF A WORLD

What is she doing? Not crying--try yawning. But why? Tired, hungry or just for the heck of it?

My maternal folks would call this onu gbajie boys

यह बछ्ही तो प्यारी है ना?
उसका नाम है बम्बिनो।
जो नाम मैंने दिया उनको।
इस के लिये मेरे पास एक गाना है।
यही तो
जा कुडिये जो कर ले पूरा बदन तेरा रां दिया
ओए मुन्देया वदा रहा सुली पे जो न तुझे तां दिया
मऐं सुली पे चड जाऊं तो बोल अब ही मर जाऊं
याद रखना मेरा कहना यह दिल एक दिल मिल जाने हैं

Her name is Bambino, and that is all i call her. But that is not the name her mother christened her.

Anyway, she has become a regular part of office life at work. And at the lodge. If you do not get the hang of what I am going on and on about, do not bother. It takes more time than nine months to do that.

Anyway, Bambino is the only name I could come up with for the little chic. She is growing right into it, even though her mum prefers other funny-sounding stuff that sounds like drinking sugar and syrup.

She is a very cooperative little thing, and I can imagine what a ruddy, crumpled, ballfisted wonder she must have been bawling her way into the world.

If there ever were an award for babies who cooperate in the office--and by cooperation, I mean no crying, no demanding for attention and milk and water and stuff just when you need five minutes to do something crucial--she would pick the prize.

It is only a matter of time before people start missing her when she is not in the office. No matter how much the guys pretend to macho and the girl pretend to be arty, every once in a while they get to pick her when she is crying--gosh, did I say crying? I think I meant simpering--and try to pacify the tot.

There is something earth shattering about holding a baby in your hand, especially when they are not so troublesome you feel like throwing them down. She really respects herself.

One of these days, I am going to teach her some Hindi words. Not that she would understand too much of it, but it would be just for the heck of driving her mum crazy. She would call it a contagion and an infection rolled into one.

Watch out, Indiana has got designs and stuff lined up for Bambino.

Just wait until Bambino goes on air.

Right now, I am doing exactly what my friend would hit me over the head for.

His name is Dauda, and he went by the blog on the missing penis, maybe for the second time in two days, and he didn't really like it anymore.

He complained it was missing penises all over the place.

The amazing thing is lots of people consider it amusing that a crucial part of ones anatomy is missing, especially because the person in question is an infant. No one is thinking how the lad is going to live, and if he does, how he would react when he bathes with young boys his child and discover that he doesn't have something between his legs when other boys his age do.

Talk of snatched innocence!

A friend of mine thought, of course the boy will grow without it and in the first seven, eight, nine years, he would not be any wiser. Then he is going to grow into puberty and realise how much he would miss, realise he is anatomically misfit, neither male nor female, and then he would kill his mother.

Anyway, a recent comment on the missing penis forced me to update this blog. In doing that, I have had to battle writer's block and now the juices are dripping somewhat.

For a crazy update, police is now searching for the girl. She ran from home with the baby.

While researching wars, I stumbled upon the movie Kargil.
Better still, I watched the musical Ek Saathi Aur Bhi Tha, picturised on soldiers at the close of battle--and I was blown away.

But it is uplifting, like a phoenix rising out of its ashes.

I hope it affects you the way it did me, so I reproduce the words here.
(Do not worry about what it means, though I will reproduce that too, it just will affect you)

खामोश है जो यह वो सदा है
वो जो नहीं है वो कह रहा है
साथीयों तुमको मिले जीत ही जीत सदा
बस इतना याद रहे एक साथी और भी था
जाओ जो लौट्कर तुम घर हो खुशी से भरा
here is it below in english
This is the call that is silent;
the one who is no more is saying
my companions, may you meet with victory upon victory.
Just remember this: you had another companion as well.
If you do return, may your home be filled with joy...

कल पर्वतों पर कहीं
बर्सी थी जब गोलियां
हम लोग थे साथ में
और हस्ले थे जवान
अब तक चट्टानों पर हैं
अपने लहू के निशान
साथी मुबारक तुम्हें
यह जशन हो जीत का
Yesterday, somewhere in the mountains, when the bullets showered down,
we were all together, and our courage was fresh.
Traces of our blood still remain in the crags.
My companions, congratulations to you on the celebration of your triumph.

आज हमको पता नहीं कि मैं लिखूंगा।

Oops, sorry. I realise now that not everyone will be able to read what I just wrote, but I am having a major case of writer's block and I cannot put down a sensible word.

so I told myself, TODAY I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO WRITE.

To a word, that is what I have written above.

in the meantime, enjoy this music.

It is all about being different. SABSE ALAG--different from everyone.

Police in Confluence State are investigating what happened to the penis and scrotum of a 3-month-old baby.

Lokoja went wild when the case emerged.

The story broke when an adoptive family attempted to visually determine the sex of a baby they planned to adopt from the local council secretariat.

Discovering the missing organ, council officials and staff at ministry of women affairs and social development have stepped up efforts to get police to commence investigation.

Their staff had been catering for the mother of the baby as a welfare case. She is said to be mentally ill.

She told neighbours when the case broke that her son's penis hurt and that a man she referred to simply as "Mallam" advised her o get rid of the entire organ.

She admitted having paid him N2,000 to get the job done, and she insists her baby's corporeal functions are now unimpaired.