Mosquito nirvaanaa
Delhi awaits with bated breath for Deepawali, or Diwali, which will be celebrated tomorrow. The shopkeepers selling decorative lights and crackers are having the most profitable season of the year, while the religious ones are awaiting the auspicious day for launching new projects and carrying out ceremonies. As the northern part of the country is famous for the exchange of gifts during the festival, all the households are busy packing gifts in decorative wrapping papers and also anticipating gifts in return!
And I too am waiting for tomorrow…and tomorrow seems far away (‘tomorrow never comes!’). Though I am not very enthusiastic about crackers nor looking forward to the smog that will envelope the city tomorrow, yet I wait with a breathless anticipation for tomorrow. No, no knight in shining armor will knock at my door tomorrow, neither will I receive beautifully wrapped gifts. The most probable way of celebration at my home will be deliciously cooked dinner with friends and family.
Yes, I want Diwali night to come. This year, I want the night to light up the NCR sky like never before. Do you know why? I want all the menacing mosquitoes to die. After a day in the hospital I reach home with the silent wish to sit back peacefully with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. My kids also know that now it’s mama’s time to relax for an hour or so, and like good samaritans, they retreat to the comforts of either Oggy or Henry in the idiot box. But the little black devils are creating havoc in my life for the last few weeks. They wait for me to reach home like a faithful, caring husband, and mumble sweet nothings into my ears, though heaven knows that I am the least interested in their advances to woo me.
As if ruining my precious evenings are not enough, the little black monsters do not leave me alone at night too. They make a point to put a love bite or two on my cheeks and neck, thereby making public their secret association with me. My husband is also rendered helpless with these adversaries who do not give a damn about whosoever comes in between me and them. Be it the dreaded KALA HIT, the poisonous liquidators or the green and grey mosquito repellent coils, nothing seems to hinder their advances in any way.
And then the enterprising ones around me came up with the opinion that on Diwali night the mosquitoes will finally have to leave me alone. The more the smoke due to crackers, the better will be the environment for the devils to die. So friends, please buy as much cracker as your pocket permits and pollute the air, turn the biosphere into a cyanide ball and give me back my peace of mind and my solitude!
And I hope you all will have a safe and wonderful Diwali, sans the mosquitoes of course!!!
And I too am waiting for tomorrow…and tomorrow seems far away (‘tomorrow never comes!’). Though I am not very enthusiastic about crackers nor looking forward to the smog that will envelope the city tomorrow, yet I wait with a breathless anticipation for tomorrow. No, no knight in shining armor will knock at my door tomorrow, neither will I receive beautifully wrapped gifts. The most probable way of celebration at my home will be deliciously cooked dinner with friends and family.
Yes, I want Diwali night to come. This year, I want the night to light up the NCR sky like never before. Do you know why? I want all the menacing mosquitoes to die. After a day in the hospital I reach home with the silent wish to sit back peacefully with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. My kids also know that now it’s mama’s time to relax for an hour or so, and like good samaritans, they retreat to the comforts of either Oggy or Henry in the idiot box. But the little black devils are creating havoc in my life for the last few weeks. They wait for me to reach home like a faithful, caring husband, and mumble sweet nothings into my ears, though heaven knows that I am the least interested in their advances to woo me.
As if ruining my precious evenings are not enough, the little black monsters do not leave me alone at night too. They make a point to put a love bite or two on my cheeks and neck, thereby making public their secret association with me. My husband is also rendered helpless with these adversaries who do not give a damn about whosoever comes in between me and them. Be it the dreaded KALA HIT, the poisonous liquidators or the green and grey mosquito repellent coils, nothing seems to hinder their advances in any way.
And then the enterprising ones around me came up with the opinion that on Diwali night the mosquitoes will finally have to leave me alone. The more the smoke due to crackers, the better will be the environment for the devils to die. So friends, please buy as much cracker as your pocket permits and pollute the air, turn the biosphere into a cyanide ball and give me back my peace of mind and my solitude!
And I hope you all will have a safe and wonderful Diwali, sans the mosquitoes of course!!!
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