The Intruder

It was about 12:30 at night. "Aargh!", came a sound from Ani's room. He came running towards my room and knocked at the door. I quietly opened it and looked at him puzzled,"What's up, man?" "He's there... in my room...!", panted Ani. I thought that he might have been kidding. But, I could see the terror in his face. It must be something serious.

I rushed to the scene of the incident, Ani's room. The room was big enough for the intruder to go into hiding. I searched for about five minutes all alone (Ani didn't dare to enter his own room as the intruder scared the shit out of him). After five excrutiating minutes, I spotted him. Big, black and disgusting, he was lurking behind the bed, silently watching all the hustle going on around him.

I went back to my room, assuring him that I will safely exterminate the intruder from his room. The intruder was still unaware of our presence. He was too busy jumping here and there flapping his wings. I returned, well-equipped this time with a necessary weapon. I slowly lurked into the room, trying not to draw his slightest attention. I was all set to attack him and then he suddenly turned to my side. We exchanged anxious looks.

Thud! Too late... He had already jumped away from that place and sat comfortably over the bed. I didn't give up. Thud! - over the bed... He was sitting on the book rack... No over the metal trunk. Oh, my God! He had got company! Thud! - again... He had already teleported to Ani's head! Thud! followed by "Ouch!" and then "Oh! Sorry..." I was determined to finish them off that night. I dropped the broomstick, removed the chappal from my right foot and took it in my hand.

As the intruder's companion was trying to move silently under the trunk, I threw the chappal at him. Bull's eye! My chappal proved to be a more lethal weapon as he got trapped under it. Anger still burning in my eyes, I pursued the intruder with more confidence now. It was a one-on-one battle now. He was flying with more vigour than ever now. Soaring high in the air, he reached for the electric fan and suddenly, thud!, he hit the fan when it was running at full speed.

That's it, he was injured. Now was my chance to take revenge for the precious time I wasted on him and his stupid companion. I raised my chappal high in the air and was about to smash him, when Ani who had returned from the bogs (bathroom) came in shouting, "Noooooooooo........."

It was too late. The chappal was over the cricket which twitched for one last time and died. "I asked you to just drive it away and not to kill it", said Ani. "What the hell man?! I took so much pain to drive these insects away and you are cribbing that I should not have killed them, now." "Remember the term!", said he. "Oh! For God's sake, not PETI again...", I exclaimed.

PETI (People for the Ethical Treatment of Insects!) is an insect rights organisation based in Pilani, India led by its international president Mr. Ani. It is a non-profit corporation which is the largest (and the only!) insect rights group (!) in the world. As the founder of the organisation, Mr. Ani had sworn not to harm the intruder, eventhough he had been bothering him for quite a long time since he got back to his room.

"Anyway, it's all over now", I said. "Thanks, buddy!", replied he. "Oi! How about a game of counter strike?" It was about 1am, but who cares? "All right, let's rock and roll!"...