I am an earthworm and I am very much upset nowadays. There
is anarchism everywhere and all is because of 'Being Human'.
Yesterday, I met Kechu; hell lots of wrong had happened to
him. We both were neighbors but when this sewage line work was going on, we
were dug out from our homes and thrown to a filthy area near a dhaba. I remained there but Kechu is
little ambitious so he moved to nearby drain. He thought that he will have
plenty of moisture, mud and therefore food.
But yesterday when I thought he was having mud bath, he was
actually trying to alleviate himself from burns. I asked, 'what happened Kechu?'
He told, 'You know I used to stay near drain. Later I moved closer to dhaba and
observed it. That is a kind of dhaba where something keeps on cooking in spite
of less number of customers. That is a B2B model; lots of Chow Mein vendor, Dabeli
vendor and Burger vendor takes half cooked stuff from there.'
He further told, ‘that day, one Chow Mein vendor was steam
bathing lots of earthworms. All those looking like firangs; they were not brownish
like us. Then he carried all those in a wooden vessel to keep in his cart. The
wooden vessels slipped and all those fell on the ground above me. I felt a cozy
steam; I enjoyed being with them. The Chow Mein vendor collected all and put inside
his cart. I willingly got mixed to enjoy more time with them. Chow Mein vendor
quickly collected all as if he was afraid someone could watch him doing that.
There was lots of coleslaw, nicely chopped off cabbage and carrots.
As I was taking rest in this heavenly environment, sift got changed in Hero-Honda
plant and people stared gathering near Chow Mein vendor. Chorus everywhere -
One plate Chow Mein, Two plates Chow Mein, again one plate Chow Mein. Vendor started
throwing all of us inside the hot pan. This was not enough; he poured lots of
salt, spices and chilies on us. I got severely burnt and cried badly; though
nobody else cried. Probably, he had already killed them all. He quickly served
some of us in paper bowls. People were happy eating us, happily wiping their
tears, nose. Some of the earthworms were getting slipped from spoons and were
again caught and eaten alive or dead God knows. I stuck to spoon and the geek I
was in plate of quickly finished and thrown his paper bowl near dustbin. I didn’t
leave the spoon and sailed through the floating paper bowl in the air. He was
getting calls every now and then; he finished in a hurry and I survived. Since
then I am hidden in the mud and curing my burns. Oohch...’
‘What happened,' I asked.
He replied, 'Somebody crossed over me, stupid plastic sole! I
am afraid, not able to find out the place devoid of humans.'
And now even I am afraid of Chow Mein loving humans.
- Amit Roop
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