The Poop Story

That was so embarrassing…really mortifying. Even a baby chimp would be embarassed,it would have surely set a baby Elephant stomping....

So,what about me....i'm a lil' guy.

Every man does need privacy….even a baby man like me…Okay!

Let me tell you how things got to be….the way they did.

My first two days were ever so busy…the room was always filled with people and there was so much happening. I never knew that these giant people could be so loud…some of them would bend over me and look closely….some said I looked like my mom ,others said that I was my Dad all over again. Later I figured it out that my Mom’s family found me a look alike of my Mom… quite contrary to that to Dad’s family whispered that I was a carbon copy of my dad….


Look at me...I am Ni'man
‘Ha! Ha! Guys …just you wait…I am just ‘ME’...a standalone creation’

.Well to continue with the ‘Poop’ story… I was having a great time, and for sure did not want to miss out any part of fun….so totally…utterly forgot about a thing called ‘Poop’. Suddenly it started becoming a big issue on the day two, and the ironic part is that I was oblivious of the whispers and sticky situation (pun unintended)….

It seems the docs were worried about this ‘Poop” thing. They took me away from my room to strange quiet room with small glass  crib with wires and tubes and the lady in white put me in this glass thingy  with my bums up, my  knees folded under me..I must have looked so very indecorous….how humiliating!

This room had big glass windows and I could see my family come and go ….and they all saw me like that….snifle ,sniffle….it will cost me my reputation.I wanted to hide my face.
What is my Daadi doing peering like that, and why does my Naani have her nose pressed against the glass ….My two Gramps ,look at them shaking their heads….All of them are kind of disturbed.

 They all come to look at me and somberly ask?

... ’Has he done it’?

‘Hmmm! Will somebody please tell me...Done what’?

Day three of my life….and I am trapped in the same glass cubicle …by now I was bored….and had all the time to get my system  operational and running efficiently. The awkward pose, had put my belly in distress and a little shift in weight caused a minor explosion somewhere behind me…

Wow! That felt good…Soon .after this came my first great ‘shit’…horrible. Smelly, slimy aaak! Shit…

Ahaaa! This seems to have got everybody excited….but please somebody take it away….It is smells awful.My Dad picked his mobile and informed the doc…. ‘He has done it’…
Hey! Dad this is plain shit,I have not won the marathon.
They should have told me that shit is 'The Poop’,I could have taken care of it anytime I wanted..
I was just tooooo busy for inane things like that in my new world…..

Ha!  Ha!