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Sunday, December 23, 2012

Laments of a mosquito

I am shocked, literally.  And I am lucky.  Many of my fellow mosquitoes have succumbed to the fatal shock delivered with a scary crackling sound.  The humans having failed to eliminate us through chemical and mechanical means, have stooped to using electricity for the purpose.  What is even more inmosquitus (inhuman in their language) is that they have turned it into a game!  The instrument they use for the purpose closely resembles what they call a racket  and used for playing various games.  Come evening, and they start electrically zapping us with great mirth and enthusiasm.  Oh, how we all shiver just at the thought of it.

These ungrateful humans simply overlook the decencies that we display towards them.  For example, most of us mosquitoes keep our distance from them during daytime with a view to not disturbing them at work.  A few that do, are the Frankensteins that are the handiwork of humans themselves.  Humans who want everything to be clean and shiny including the water that they use. Again, when we do come out in the evening, we present the best of our song and dance with a view to amuse them.  As our size keeps us from producing music that is loud enough, we risk getting close to their ears so they can hear us better.  And what do we get in return?  A scornful swat!

Some humans have gone to extremes of absurdity to declare that we serve no evolutionary purpose.  They forget that by saying so they are contradicting their own cherished theories.  They don't ask themselves how could a useless creature survive the relentless evolutionary pressures over eons.

The time has come to make you humans see the truth.  Our job is to help you evolve.  We try and weed out those amongst you who don't have strong enough immune systems.  We are the living injection machines that deliver the test load into your systems.  And we do it not merely as a duty.  We do it with love.  For in return we get our nourishment from you.  And it is nothing more than a tiny drop of your blood.  You waste a lot more for funny tests, sometimes several times a day.  You resent us that tiny drop even as you shout from your rooftops that blood donation is good.

And where has all your creativity gone?  Instead of mindlessly zapping the life out of us you could have used our services to deliver medicines to large populations instead of having to deploy an army of paramedics for the purpose.  Some truly great ones amongst you had probably had a glimpse of this possibility.  It was them who said, "Mosquitoes will remain but we will banish Malaria."  These great people used to work in the health department in a country called India.

But there is little point in talking to you trying to make you see reason.  I am ready for the ultimate zap and so are my brethren.  We all look forward to the day when we will be close to extinction and you would go out to big swamps just to catch sight of some great survivors amongst us.  As you patiently wait for the magnificent sight of a flying mosquito with the accompanying divine music, some of you would prick yourselves with your fancy gadgets and offer that drop to entice it to come close.

Until then, adieu as I fly into that vicious weave on your electrical racket.

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