It was an extreme weighty
friend of mine, swallowing daal mash with me. We have daal mash once a week but
troublesome for us. So we were emotionally ingesting it to get rid of it. Just
imagine that if something unpleasant and unsatisfactory is supposed to be eaten
by you, how would be your face turned red? The same was with us because we have
disliked the India’s expensive mushrooms and liking Sindh’s cheapest vegetables
such as potato, here in Lahore. There is diversity of rates of different things
in different regions.
“Cockroach!!!”, I cried. “Look at that cockroach”.
Ali startled when his glance followed a crimson and bloody cockroach. It climbed
the wall and hides itself in the clothes, hanging at the wall. We were
dreadfully alerted and our eyes turned red with fear. But we decided to keep on
our mission against daal mash first, then to plan to kill the cockroach. “Ali it
would so funny and fierce to kill a cockroach”, I said while sweeping my plate.
“We are going to commit a well planned murder of a cockroach today”, he replied.
As soon as we completed our thorny mission, we stepped forward to take
repressive measures against the cockroach. “Ali it would be better for you to
wrap this mantle for your security”, I said offering him a sheet. “And you?” he
asked. “I don’t fear cockroaches”, I boasted. “Any way I am going to be your
second in this oppression”. Ali held a gigantic book of Political Science in his
one hand and an empty bottle in the other whereas I took a hanger. These were
our weapons we possessed and imagined for a while that we were the core
commanders of the World War III. We know that the next world war is going to be
experienced by nuclear weapons and it will destroy each and every thing. So
obviously the man, if saved will find himself in the age of stones, and will
have lost his technologies and tendencies also. Therefore, if he will not
abstain from his habits of “quick in quarrel”, and if again the war begins, it
will be fought by petty weapons similar to that we hold. But there is a great
dangerous weapon hold by Ali, which if saved, will restore the pro-war
conditions the world. Do you imagine that what is that tremendous weapon? Just
hold on for a while and recall your memory then answer me of my question. I know
you are a man and it is in your innate habits to pursue the newer and forget the
older as soon as possible. In order to keep you away from the state of
agitation, I am telling you that the weapon in his hand is “The Book”, the sign
of enlightens. If the Book gets itself safeguarded from the horrors and terrors
of nuclear world war, it will enable the man to beautify the extremely destroyed
world. “Ali put down this book, it is my dearest one”, I protested and we began
so cautiously. “You come out bloody bastard”, Ali shouted. “Mr. Cockroach! We,
the core commanders of the third world war, warn you that if you are not going
to surrender and show yourself to us, we are gonna start coercion against you”,
I declared. But all availed and cockroach remained calm. “The cockroach is
getting itself prepared to fight with us”, Ali warned me. “No” I replied. “He is
so confused to decide either to surrender or not”. Taking ahead the trembling
steps we bravely managed to drop a shirt and investigated at its every inch, but
no sign of cockroach. Again I dropped one of my shirts with hanger. “Oh its
there”, Ali shouted. Come on Mr. Cockroach get ready to face the hit of a hard
dictionary by extraordinary fatty guy. Just imagine the hit of a 1392 gram
massive dictionary to a cockroach of just 32 grams. Not only this but Ali kept
on throwing the books on it consequently. Quivering with fear I removed away the
books thrown by him. “Oh it is injured”, I cried. The cockroach was seriously
injured and it moved slightly. After all it had endured the horrible weapons of
World War-iii. Ali again took the dictionary to beat it but I prohibited. “Let
me get it out of the door and we will perish it there”, I protested. Palpitating
with fear, it managed to throw it out. At the nick of the time, Tanveer opened
the door from outside. “Cockroach”! I busted with horrifying sound. Tanveer had
a startling look on his face and fell back suddenly. Anticipating he got his
slipper and hit the cockroach on its back hardly, leaving it dead. “To hell with
that guy, who got the credit of killing the cockroach? We had been carrying on
the oppression against it for last 37 minutes and he acclaimed of the murder of
bloody cockroach”, Ali murmured.