I’m heaving, panting and trying to catch my breath as I
write this. My throat is sore from shouting screaming and squealing. I feel
like I’ve run the race of my life. You are confused right? Let me start at the
beginning.
My roommates and I, (We’re better known as the notorious
foursome…) had just finished a surprisingly tasty dinner at the mess (thanks to
my mamma’s home-made achaar) and were relaxing in our room discussing
investments, shares and what-not (The fact that we are about to enter our 20’s
tends to induce such abnormal behaviour in us. It’s a rarity, I assure you.)
That’s when it caught my eye, a mouse/ rat/rodent whatever it was (I really haven’t bothered trying to understand the difference) was climbing the wall adjoining my bed and leaped onto the upper storage area in our room. That moment literally changed my life. For a few seconds, I was shocked to the point of being uselessly paralysed. Until that moment I was happily under the impression that occupying the top bunk bed in the room guaranteed me a vermin free existence; if not 24/7 then at least when I slept. But nah, my bubble has burst after seeing the gravity-defying stunt that bugger pulled.
When I finally regained my brain function I managed to convey the predicament at hand in a few incoherent sentences. We already had our suspicions about the existence of a fifth room-mate (it even ate our snacks) but it was the first time it had valiantly shown itself in broad daylight (or tube-light in this case).
Before continuing I would like to warn you for future references. If you value your life, never mess with a recently well-fed group of girls who are the complete opposite of all things that epitomise the perfect docile, gentle, graceful and soft-spoken lady because armed warfare would be the least of your worries then.
So yeah, we armed ourselves with brooms and sticks and decided to rid our room of the pest that was living with us without paying the hostel fees. For the record, the various pesticide companies that sell rat-kill are a complete sham. It doesn’t kill the rat just lightens our pockets (We have a tight budget you know). I was precariously perched on my bed while I tried to get the thing out of the attic. After managing to dislodge it from its hiding place we brought it to the ground where we awaited it with a lot of trepidation.
After a lot of effort (read throwing around bags and poking strategic rat hide-outs with our sticks and brooms) we managed to bring it out in plain sight. And would you believe it, the moment we saw it, the four of us burst into various degrees of shrill, completely girly screams; talk about all the female warrior bravery.
Inspite of our fear we were pretty determined to make the rat regret its decision of entering our room. So prodding the thing with our weapons, punctuated by our squeals which sounded like a Red Indian war-cry, we chased it from the third floor to the ground floor making sure the enemy was completely removed from our turf.
We returned as brave women who had vanquished their enemy; completely contented but panting and huffing thanks to the exertion after a prolonged period of inactivity, considered the idea of exercising daily; promptly dismissed it and got back to our respective activities, which brings me to the point where I’m typing this latest post for my blog.
I just realised that, irrespective of what I learn in my four years of engineering, one thing I know for sure. By the end of it all, I will graduate with a complete knowledge on how to tackle various types of creepy-crawlies. In fact, if nothing works out I may just pen down a book- EXPERT GUIDE TO INSECT EXTERMINATION. Notwithstanding the mouthful title, I’m absolutely positive it would be a best-seller. I would become a millionaire overnight and could spend the rest of my life not lifting a finger.
Enough with the day-dreaming, I'm off to sleep folks without the danger of a rat crawling over me in the near future.
Till then,
Sayonara……..
(Comments are looked forward to…….)
Sruti……….
