Saturday, September 16, 2006

Ode To The Mosquito & The Mosquito Coil

Living in Thrikkakara for 19 years and the 11 years that I lived in Kuwait, I was mostly mosquito free. While many people I know have to depend on the various mosquito repellents available in the market, my folks and I went unaffected by it. Used to be that only when I stay over in Mattancherry, in my maternal grandma's house, did I have to revert to what the masses were doing viz-a-viz mosquito aversions. Ointments, mosquito nets, mosquito coils and mats plus the more effective choice of the liquid thingy. Now that I have moved to Kacheripady, I have to be more careful - this place is quite near garbage dumps. Hence mosquitos and their entire entourage abound in blood-thirsty glory and are just waiting for nightfall to start sucking on your blood. If I forget to close the windows after 7 pm, I am done for. I begin to understand what a vampire's victim goes through! (hey wait, I thought I was a Vampire....nevermind). Anyway, I penned a little ditty for the mosquito coil & the mosquito, to be sung in the melody of the hit song "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.

So, so you think you can tell female from a male,
yesterday's bite from todays'
I got one on my ass & face, one on the nuts, whose to complain
Do you think you can tell?

What do I do once the coils fade to just ghosts?
Should I beg on my knees? Repel them with a sneeze?
Bite them back for a change? Blood didn't exchange
one just buzzed in my ear and woke me up in a rage

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
I'm just a poor bitten soul searching for the repelent bowl,
bites after bites,
running out to the ground. What have we found?
More of the same,
wish you were here.

Song for the day - "Red Mosquito" - PEARL JAM


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