Oppression Against Coackroch

(Aazad Aijaz Bhambhro, lahore)

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.

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