Two

There are few things which kinda spook you out. On a silent dark night, no moon in the sky, when you lie on your bed with all lights shut absorbing in the darkness, and someone knocks on your door. It makes your heart skip a beat! And then a very thin voice, like one which would struggle to find its fit into a masculine or a feminine says, "Apoo, you still awake Apoo?", it spooks you out!

So you walk upto the door, heart pounding and look through the peephole. And go, "What the #$@%$" and open the door wide for Michael Jackson to enter your living room.

"Whats up Michael, whats brings you at this hour?"

You dont get an answer. He just walks into your bedroom, then into your bathroom, in the kitchen, searching for something.

"Lose something Michael?"

Then he stops still and looks at you. That pale skin, deep eyes, false nose, straight nose. "Two", he says.

"What TWO Michael? I dont know what you are talking about, and I am sleepy, so could you come to the point?"

"I heard you have a two year old in this house?"

"I think you are mistaken"

"NO", he screams. "I am not. Whats his name? Bob? Yeah, I heard people say - Apoo's Bob turns two today. So where is this Bob? Two is such a ripe age. I dont know if you are being able to take proper care of Bob, so I thought I could help. You know, I love children."

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Oh well, I have sent Michael to the nearest Clinic to get his hearing checked up. And yes, this BLOG is officially two years old. I know I have been a little lazy and not so routine at posting this year. In Michael's words, "I am not taking proper care of Bob". What can I say - I realized I have a life!

So go ahead, celebrate! Buy some cake, have a few drinks and send me the check. After that, wait for me to sign up on Google Adsense and then click on all the advertisements till you cough up enough revenue for me to pay you back!