Yes, the early initiations in this world was even more bizzare, the house was full of people for the first morsel of food ceremony to dissociate from the breast feed and powder milk. As usual nobody asked me my opinion or it didn't really matter to them. It was just decided and imposed on me by Papa and Mummy becuase now you can crawl and anyways Mummy has to rejoin her work, so its best you start eating food.
Silly, do you really think it matters to me, I just want milk when I am hungry. Then came the priest, set up the picture of God and made some funny looking designs on the floor with different kind of pulses, rice and colors and placed flowers on top of it, applied vermilon on my parents head and mine too. He began chanting mantra from the scriptures which sounded to me like a garbled voice, not understanding a single world from it. Even my parents looked baffled but they kept on the charade.
Now, I was feeling very hungry and only way I knew to ask for food was wailing but the crooked priest will not have a word of it and I had to wait for the food, and just kept on sobbing. I don't know why my parents just took that from the dumb priest. Finally, the rituals were over and the priest thrusted some rice mixed in milk down my throat, it just tasted awful but couldn't help as my parents kept a tight hold on me and I had no strength left to fight to free myself from their hands. Gosh, why did God made such awful priests. Thankfully, after the ritual I was given some milk to drink and went to take my afternoon siesta.
This was not the end of the day for me, I was rudely awaken in my sleep by the trail of people coming and congratulating my parents and looking at me like, I was a piece of display, what I saw in the shop, where my parents took me for clothes. Just not fair, guys haven't you seen kid earlier?.
I was thinking, soon it will get over but it seems, this world of homosapiens is so full of charade. Then, came the last of the visitors, with their toddlers and left them with me to play. I thought I will have some fun now and talk to kids of my own age, some of them were so shy that they started wailing and asking for their parents to pick them up what spoil sport can't even play spiritedly but my mom thought differently and told me, not to trouble other kids. Come on Mom I didn't do anything, but she won't believe me, kept on saying you must have done something, like pulling the hairs of the other kid..promise I didn't do..but then my toys were taken away. That is the way the day ended and I felt completely pissed off. Why don't parents believe their kids...
