Hi folks, this post is about my personal experiences with a bloody red
thing. It is the fluid of life... but, not water. It is that magic potion which
helps us to breathe... but, not oxygen. It treats each and every one of us
equally regardless of our religion, race, class, caste, sex, belief or IPL team prefrences. The
world has produced hundreds and thousands of scientists and millions of new
inventions have been made. There are artificial kidneys, artificial lungs,
artificial legs and there is even a substitute for Mother’s milk. But till date
this red bloody thing has no worthy substitute.
My
very first experience with this thing is the curious doubt I had when I learnt
how to spell it in elementary school. My teacher wrote this word on the black
board – B .. L.. O.. O.. D – and asked us all to pronounce it as ‘blood’. I was
confused. With my English knowledge, I could only justify pronouncing B L O O D
as ‘blued’ but it is not even blue to be named that. Of course, the bloody red
thing I am talking about all this while is the blood itself and this post intends to tell how B.. L.. O..
O.. D can spell L.. I.. F.. E to many in
the world today through a process that is spelt D.. O.. N.. A.. T.. I.. O.. N!
