Jungle gene

Mosquitoes! Few people write on them. Many people across the world haven’t seen one in real life and are scared about places that have them. For many people it’s a fact of life, like corrupt politicians; They just exist at every nook and corner and suck your blood but you co-exist with them, you don’t write about them. So no one just writes about them, depriving them of their place in literature. When few days back Nidhi wrote to me that I don’t write my blog anymore, I had no intention of writing about them either.

Today, I killed 38 of them. 38, A score that most of the Indian batsmen haven’t seen in recent times against their name. So, it is s BIG number. Each one pasted on a white sheet of kit-kat inner cover so as not to miss the count and to make sure the trophies are collected. It’s the Obelix feeling. These mosquitoes are crazy.

Anyone living in Koramangala will sure feel a victorious smile on their faces, reading about the achievement. People in some parts of the world may think what the hell am I writing about. Maneka will shout that I should be jailed for this homicide. Afterall, mosquitoes have life like street dogs; And are as bothersome. Some friends will say, I have seen him behave like this with monkeys; he has always been like that. Mowgli? Nidhi will say ‘mad man’ and wonder how she ended up with this Junglee. She has already done this thrice. Yesterday.

The outcome may seem mundane. Well, we had a peaceful night’s sleep. And I got some stuff to write. Koramangalans are proud. Sehwag has got someone new to look up to (Sachin is old wine now).

Viru, take a break, have a kit-kat. May you thrash all the Pakis and paste them on a white paper