I am assuming that by now you must have heard the raunchy number from Slumdog Millionaire called Ringa Ringa... Its about the story of a Khatmal (Bed-bug) which crawls under the skirt of (I assume) a beautiful lady and the things she experiences consequently.
(((Ek Khatmal tha sayaana, uska tha mujhpe nishaana!!)))
But as i can testify the experience must've been bad casue last night not 1 but 12 Khatmal had crawled under my blanket reducing my normal sleep time of 7 hrs to a pitiful 2 hrs and reducing my total blood volume by a healthy 10 ml or so!!!
Alas my room has been infected by these god-damned Khatmals... my bedsheet has 3 colonies of these damned bugs with loads of white eggs and baby bugs as small as dandruff... These baby bugs are the most irritating since they are difficult to spot and kill, though their bite can be ignored... the big daddys that i killed last night though bite rough and drink a lot of blood, more than i can spare... plus the area itches... infact after last night i can now even predict the size of the khatmal by looking at the boil signature that it leaves behind on my skin...
Anyways... last night the khatmals i encountered were almost as big as small cockroaches which is sumo wrestler size by bed bug standards and they were filled with my blood... i literally squeezed the blood outta them (though it was all mine) and killed a healthy dozen... still their progenies on my bed sheet survive and they must be taken care of... So heres my plan... the bed sheet goes... so does the 2 beds... the mattresses will have to be cleaned so as to remove all eggs and kid bugs... The room will be cleaned to remove dead bugs (which have live eggs inside them), Naphthalene balls under the mattresses will hopefully ensure these buggers dont come back again...
Theres this curious thing about bed bugs that they stink real bad when u kill them and cause of that I have cultivated such a loathing for bed bugs after last night that i just cannot tolerate anymore bugs in my life...
I feel sorry for the damsel in distress in Ringa Ringa... may she never come across another Khatmal ever again :-)...
2 comments:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH........YOU FOOL.....her khatmal was sayaana!!! and he did things in a very "ahem" way....are u comparing it to your experience! ???? HAHAHA....hilarious nevertheless!
Dude....i totally understand the meaning of the song... and i guess ur "ahem" is the reason why the Khatmal was sayaana....
But this damned thing happened with me literally!!! No metaphors, symbolism or puns or hidden meanings... Plain hardcore blood and gore!!! i am comparing the literal meaning of the song with my (painful) experience... Just u wait... one of this bug is somehow gonna end up in a certain flat in Thane... Then we'll see which song u sing!!! :)
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