OMG, I just found this unpublished post in my old drafts. Sigh. Brings back memories
I hate unwanted guests, who land up without informing. Period. No point being diplomatic about it. I detest it. And I'll probably not entertain you, so you will eventually have to show yourself the door. And leave. Vanish. Pooof!
So we're more than just 4 people in this PG, I realized. And that's not a very happy thought. Because our unwanted guest is A. Devoid of all any etiquette B. Cursed with a huge appetite. C. Fat. D. Stnky E.Slimy F. Pro at hide and seek.
So this fat, rat of a thing would scamper around the house when you're least expecting to see a huge black blob whizzing past you when you're getting ready to go somewhere. Has found the perfect hide out, which we have been unable to trace. Ate my potatoe which was being used to hold up the incense sticks. Shat on my room mates thaple (gujrati roti's). The deification was done in a very precise manner too, mind. 'Smack' in the middle. We let out an "eww", in unison, I remember. For the longest time I thought our PG was haunted, when I saw my stuff missing or brutally chewed on, since there never was any sign of another human or animal existence.And it used to give me the chills. And nightmares. It used to frustrate me to no end. "I'd rather have that, than this. An unknown ghost is truly better than this known devil," I thought.
Funnily, though, now. This activity has been going on for some time. So much so, that we needed to name.. "it"... Raju, he was christianed. And Raju has become an important part of our daily dictionary. Our PG life. An equal party to all the going on's, and ofcourse, has equal authority over our food. He believes, truly, in sharing. We share our food, he shares his shit. We share our room, he shares his...never mind. A symbiotic relationship, has thus emerged.
Raju, however, will have to leave, some day. Maybe he'll just grow old, and die a normal death. Or take his adventures and travels to new destinations, plunder other rooms and lives. Who knows.
I hate unwanted guests, who land up without informing. Period. No point being diplomatic about it. I detest it. And I'll probably not entertain you, so you will eventually have to show yourself the door. And leave. Vanish. Pooof!
So we're more than just 4 people in this PG, I realized. And that's not a very happy thought. Because our unwanted guest is A. Devoid of all any etiquette B. Cursed with a huge appetite. C. Fat. D. Stnky E.Slimy F. Pro at hide and seek.
So this fat, rat of a thing would scamper around the house when you're least expecting to see a huge black blob whizzing past you when you're getting ready to go somewhere. Has found the perfect hide out, which we have been unable to trace. Ate my potatoe which was being used to hold up the incense sticks. Shat on my room mates thaple (gujrati roti's). The deification was done in a very precise manner too, mind. 'Smack' in the middle. We let out an "eww", in unison, I remember. For the longest time I thought our PG was haunted, when I saw my stuff missing or brutally chewed on, since there never was any sign of another human or animal existence.And it used to give me the chills. And nightmares. It used to frustrate me to no end. "I'd rather have that, than this. An unknown ghost is truly better than this known devil," I thought.
Funnily, though, now. This activity has been going on for some time. So much so, that we needed to name.. "it"... Raju, he was christianed. And Raju has become an important part of our daily dictionary. Our PG life. An equal party to all the going on's, and ofcourse, has equal authority over our food. He believes, truly, in sharing. We share our food, he shares his shit. We share our room, he shares his...never mind. A symbiotic relationship, has thus emerged.
Raju, however, will have to leave, some day. Maybe he'll just grow old, and die a normal death. Or take his adventures and travels to new destinations, plunder other rooms and lives. Who knows.
P.S- I remember Raju having left us right after this post was written. Maybe he found a new home, maybe he was literate and was deeply hurt. Maybe he died, maybe he vanished. All we know is that his (over)stay left us deeply moved and affected our lives to a great/grave extent.
