Disclaimer
All the characters and events in this story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance to any person/animal/alien living or rotten is purely coincidental. I don’t take responsibility for any such “apparent coincidences” and anyone accusing me of plagiarizing shall receive a kick from my leg.
Début
My name is PUK 007007. I was born on 15th July 2003 at the Indian Security Press Nashik. I was first cut out from starch paper linen mixture. Then I was inked all over and dried. After drying they inserted a plastic thread right across me and then stamped someone’s picture on my front side and some mountains on my back side. Then the machine scribbled words of different types at the edge of me, some shapes all over me and a signature of someone in the mid bottom part of me. Finally they printed “100” at the right upper corner of me. I was brought out of the machine and the ironed. Thereafter I came to live this worthless life of mine.
I was kept in a store room for 21 days after my birth. I couldn’t see what the room looked like as two brothers lay on either side of me. My upper brother 006 told me that the topmost brother 001 had been informed by the cousins who lay above that there were thousand stacks like us in all. I calculated that there were 1 lack others like me in that room. They all looked, smelt, tasted, felt and sounded when crumbled like me. Indeed they were all clones of me or I was a clone of someone else. We argued one day about who was who’s clone and ended up deciding that everyone was everyone’s else’s clone. But I preferred to think that everyone else was my clone. It made me feel important and distinct though I think everyone else thought the same way too. We are all the same after all. Of course each of us is different in that we have a different name. But who looks at our name. Humans are only bothered about our caste.
I was transported along with my 99 brothers to Bank of Baroda at Kaushal Marg,
There I was placed in locker for 3 days before being debited along with all my brothers to a paranoid customer with the name Rajan Tode. He had a family of four. Including him there were two males and two other females. He went home and took us bundle out to keep in the safe. An idiotic bastard came running closer and holding us exclaimed “wow new notes. They haven’t been stapled!” We weren’t stapled and he found it charming. I wondered how he would feel if his dick were to get stapled to someone else’s. Stupid scumbag human.
The man gave us entire bundle to his wife when she said she wanted to go shopping. Crazy bitch that women, took us and put us in her purse. I stayed there for about 2 days. There were thousands of little things in that purse other than us. I could feel it. It was also stinking there, a peculiar smell of I don't know what. She went to a mall with her Daughter and started shopping for earrings or wall hangings I couldn't say, ear hangings perhaps.
Humans suffer many diseases during there lifetime. Few of these are physical and few are mental diseases. There are few others called social diseases. One such social disease which afflicts women in particular is indecisiveness. This women and her daughter had very high indecisivenessitis. They took 3 hours to select one pair of ear hangings. When paying for it, she took us out and split us bundle into half. I never saw those 64 brothers of mine again. Thus I went into the hands of the cashier behind the counter. What happened to me thence is part of next chapter.
