In heaven…

The table was laid. I saw through the keyhole. I was in Harimohan's room waiting for the call, with an empty stomach. I was hungry. The door was locked. But the smell was intoxicating. Thrice had I looked out of the keyhole. Hari's mother was laying the plates on to the dining table. Then she calls "Hari and Sarath,come for dinner. Hari answered from the bath room "am coming amma. One minute. Am bathing"

I was feeling hungry. Why can’t Hari come fast? He is wasting too much time of my life. Everybody’s life. I willgive a smal punishment to him, later. I wandered to and fro in the room. The wardrobe was open I went to it. Smell of naphthalene balls. I was allergic to it. They used to cause me respiratory problems. Now it’s ok. One of the racks had clothes put as a heap, not in order. The door of the bath room opened and Hari emerged out, wearing fresh clothes.

He walked towards the door as if he didn’t see me.

"He's changed a lot” I thought

Harimohan opened the door. He went toward the sink to wash his hands. I don’t believe in that sort of hygiene. Hygiene must be overall,not just hands. It’s all in your hands. I went towards the table without washing my hands unlike Hari. Now Sarath was screaming like hell. He stood over the chair and stood there.I was too anxious to know what he was yelling at. But I was hungry. I just started eating. Sarath slowly walked away from the table as if some ghost was in front of him...Whack with a broom on my back!!! Whack! Whack! Whack!

I was dead by then.

As a cockroach, have I not the right to eat delicious food when am hungry? My life is shorter than theirs, yet they seem keen about reducing it. Naphthalene balls, killer brooms, "hit". They are terrorists. If they don’t mind taking away my life they won’t hesitate to kill their fellow men

This won’t continue forever. No one can subdue us forever. Cockroaches never give up. Now itself there are movements in many kitchens. Visions, meetings etc. They say they will bring The Paradise of Cockroach in most homes. They are going for Home Rule Movement.

Now am in heaven....eating delicious chicken. So I don’t have to bother about the home rule and revolutions.

Long live revolution,

The dead Cockroach

With love,

Harimohan