I was born out of boredom. Out of a sheer sense of unsatisfaction. And as such i tend to be neglected. Remembered only when needed. That dosent bother me much. Each being has its purpose and i serve mine more than adequately.
I am chimeric at best. Made of the most diverse pieces of trash possible. An empty coke mobile bottle, a ball point pen barrel, some water, some cardboard and some tape. I am used. As an accessory.
When i was young i was fascinated by myself. I looked very different from other beings. I felt proud. My creator gave me a fond look after bringing me into existence. It was obvious that he was proud of his creation. He immediately proceeded to test my efficiency. He stuck a cigarette into the bal point pen barrel -my arm- lit it and gave a mighty suck on the bottle neck. The barrel instantly filled with smoke and bubbled out of the water. My insides were filled with smoke. I watched in horrified fascination as he continued to suck for a long time till his insides were filled with smoke. He then exhaled and gave me a look of pure satisfaction. Of immense pleasure. Despite the smoke i was happy i performed well.
For a few days i was completely ignored. Left in a corner. Completely out of my creator's favour i thought. But then one fine day another cigerette was stuck into my arm. And i was back in demand again. This time there was another guy along with my creator. He too gave me a look of approval before proceeding to suck on the neck. The creator and his friend took turns sucking at the smoke before relegating me to my corner. I would be lying if i said i wasnt offended. I might be a coke bottle after all but use and throw!! But then soon he returned to stick another cigarette into my arm. Or atleast what i initially thought was a cigarette. As the sucking began a very vague smelling smoke began to fill my insides. The smoke repulsed me but i kept quiet(duh!! what else could i do. i was a coke bottle after all). My creator and his friend took turns sucking this vague smoke into their insides. They really looked happy after that. They kept smiling and laughing for the most time. It so happened that i was christened that day.
Creator: so?
friend: awesome dude! (lots of laughing)
lets call it Messi da. Because you made it.
Creator: *laughing uncontrollably.
I now had a name. Messi. I did not know if it had anything to do with the Argentinian striker. I was just happy i had a name. After that day conversations like " Dude, is Messi playing today?" became common. Soon 4 to 5 guys joined my creator in using me everyday. Then twice everyday and then i lost count. My creator was not my creator anymore. I was passed around like a bag of chips and then deposited in my corner. The water in me turned greenish yellow and was replaced and that turned yellow too. I acrid smell of the smoke was all i could remember.
The guys generally were irritated or unhappy when they start off with me. But after they are done they were always happy. This was the only bright spot in my otherwise sad and dreary life. They laughed a lot and listened to music and in general were happy. They talked much more.
1: who is playing France in the round of 16?
2: not yet decided.
1: cool! what is the capital of that country?
3: abbe c-lay, what could be the possible nick names of your alter ego?
4: c-dont lay?
3: no da. its b-uncle chip. copyrights reserved.
4: why cant it be d-uncle chip?
3: because i said copyrights reserved.
Meaningless conversations like these were accompanied be vociferous laughing bouts. I was sad and soon disgusted. Soon my insides turned greenish yellow like the water. My creator gave me one disgusted look and i was trashed. And my sister was born.
