Bloody mosquitoes

 

 

Shit, I can’t be here any longer. Oh, the foul-smelling things!

They moved forward by leaps and bounds and straight from the gutter entered my modest abode, which is near the pond; it was in fact a paradise for them. Just like the CIA, they collected and coördinated intelligence and counterintelligence activities. When I was sitting on my chair, staring at the computer screen wearing my boxer shorts and a banian, I noticed a member of the mosquito clan trying her best to rest her gruesome body on my athletically built body, she made much a fuss and moved and danced around my head producing strange sounds which I never heard before, something like: frmmmmmm…. Frmmmmm.

I tried to move away to a different direction of my room without harming her, but wherever I went, she accompanied me just like a parasite and sung many a jungly songs again and again. With the keenest interest, she inspected my body, actually, the tastiest part of my body, and when she found out which that part was, with a lot of eagerness she revealed her evil intention of sucking my red thick blood, and slowly she started thrusting her wicked sharp-edged knife on my body and after awhile, the nasty thing was inside me, it felt like the doctor’s injection. Ah, what a pain it caused!

When one had accomplished the evil task, the others took their course of action, it was a never-ending phenomenon, and one by one they satisfied their appetite, and there I was rubbing the portion where they attacked me to lessen the pain, just in vain though.

Meanwhile a murderous rage got the better of me and I wanted to see them dying, I wanted to rip apart their fluttering wings and if their dead body could have been of any use to the ants, I wanted to offer the mosquitoes’ body to the ants absolutely free of cost, if it was of no use even to the ants, then I wanted to burn the mozzies on the fire and fulfill my desire of taking the revenge, but I was fed up of tiring my hands by clapping them together, and never finding anything in between when I unfolded my hands.

All my attempts proved a big flop; I changed my strategy and implemented some easy way to kill them, I bought a mosquito coil by paying Rs 20 from the market, I Lighted it during the night and dozed off hoping to see their end by morning, but alas! The smoldering coil had no effect on the bloody mosquitoes, and with their vicious demeanor, they woke me up while I was asleep in the middle of the night, they started torturing me once again with their knife, I found some of the mosquitoes completely relaxed and sitting on the coil instead of moving away from it. Right then, I vowed never to buy a Chinese product in my life!

I was going wild and I was furious at my condition, their bulging belly made them unable to fly and every time they tried to fly, they fell down as their wings didn’t have the capacity to pull their overweight body which otherwise is very thin and lean. I could have killed them one by one, but no, I felt quite helpless, I was feeling very weak to do anything apart from sleeping once again.

 

That’s how I came to this hospital, the smell of all the medicines is unbearable; my father admitted me here as I was suffering from fever and headache, and learnt from the doctors that I’m suffering from malaria, while some of the patients beside are suffering from AIDS, Tuberculosis, pneumonia, cancer, and the names can go on.

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS

 

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6 comments on “Bloody mosquitoes

  1. Sharmishtha says:

    fantastic sense of humour 🙂
    hilarious post. loved it.

  2. 10talkspot says:

    Is this true one or a fiction?…….nice picturization though…

  3. Ritu Sensua says:

    great work! made me laugh.

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