‘Bed Bugs’ rhymes well. But make our life, a hell!

Bed bugs won’t care whether you are a male or female, cool or sentimental or whether your blog is growing. Come in group, they’ll booze your blood as if a Cranberry Bacardi Breezer.

The beauty of your nights and the story of your dreams will together turn to a nightmare as these sleep-slayers dine on your body.

I had days when I left my body wholeheartedly to their grand feasts. With me, one of my close friends, Santosh Kumar too had these ‘bugrighted’ days. We used to stay in a house in Coimbatore, where I did my PG Advertising Degree.

He had a bed, I, a mat, but we never slept! The bed bugs cheered all through!

An incidental story has its time here. 'Bed Bugs Killer Machine'. The Classified Advertisement read. ‘Kill all the bed bugs and put an end to your sleepless nights! .Original price Rs 1000. Our price, just 500’.

Uncle Johny couldn’t hold his excitement! In addition to writing for one, he went on to enlighten the neighbors with the news, since he thought that their life too would be as depressed as his own due to the prying bed bugs.

The news spread anticipation. Uncle Johny’s Bed Bug Machine came by post.

The Post Man came running. With him, a procession of eager villagers too.

Well packed in a hard-paper box, the machine evinced something special about it. Uncle Johny came forward. He seized the machine from the post man. With a kind of smugness, he opened the box. A

wesome, there was another box inside that! As brows got raised, he opened the second one. What was taken out was startling, a hammer and a stone!

There was a message attached to the hammer! It read like this; ‘When you find a bed bug, catch it with your hand and place it on the stone. Take the hammer and knock lightly till the bug dies’.

Later someone told that Uncle Johny had regained his consciousness at night! Bed bugs help too!

Kottayam is known as the Cultural Center of Kerala. But when you are there, if you don’t take ultra care of your valuables, you might say the contrary.

Yes, some times things are boasted above what’s it actually. May be to make money, or just to make some noise.

In my dreams, Kottayam has always been a lurid land of nightmares. Once upon a time, it had me in tears and fears.

After degree, I have planned to take advertising as my career stream. I have found an institution in Coimbatore offering PG in Advertising and was on my way to get admission there. I was with my Dad.

Till Kottayam, my briefcase was there in the rack of the bus. But when the bus reached the station at Kottayam, the Briefcase was found missing and replaced by another empty one.

I felt sweat on my palms! My Dad was almost mad! Who took the briefcase? It had contained a better deal of me! All my certificates, diaries, money and almost everything that I had been valuing till that date…

The police hub was found almost empty but more disappointing was the way the one cop was reacting. With a needless smile, he had poured in our details into his casebook and asked us to leave the place as soon as possible. He told us that incidents like this are very common in Kottayam and it would be ideal if the passengers could take care of their valuables. Advice, the most commonly available remedy to your disasters!!!

‘Where to go now?’ thoughts popped up as we have realized that there was no money left in the pockets.

A father and son, belonged to values, prestige and hopes, are now made beggars in a town, the cultural center!

The last pocket of my multi-sachet-pants had some hopes for me. Two hundred bucks given by my grandmother was in it, like a green in the desert.

With the remaining shock in mind, we left the place.

Till today, at least in my most eccentric dreams, I have hoped for the return of my Hard Earned certificates from a Mr. Gentleman… who would have mistakenly took away my briefcase and my scopes!!

My Dad says that the person would have completed his never-dreamt-about professional course and now working in any of the top companies! Another Santhosh George Wilson!!

Shobha weds Ashok, the gatepost read!

While passing this ceremonious entrance of that wedding reception with my friend Joseph, I barely had thoughts about writing this story in a blog like this.

Some things are like pickling. You would salt them away in memories, and when recollect later, they would put in more sense to your contemporary life.

When you are hungry, you won’t essentially do any adventures. But when you don’t have funds to buy your food, you might be forced to carry out some adventures to fill your stomach. Like attending a wedding! Attending a wedding is auspicious! But attending it without an invitation can be suspicious! And that will be very adventurous too.

Joseph looked like a gentleman among the reputable folks there, like a one with loads of responsibilities to bear in the function. I just tried to stand beside him and make my presence clear of doubts and glaring eyes.

He performed well, ran here and there, passed on messages, delegated orders, cracked jokes with seniors, and even helped the bride’s father to arrange the folks in line.

After this, he had also posed for photographs with the newly wed couple. The bride as well as the bridegroom smiled and shook hands with him! His face looked broadened with a smile. (Did he try to taunt the bride in between? I don’t remember now!)

By the time, I could realize the secret behind his Oscar-sizeable performance! The bride’s men would have thought that he was from the bridegroom’s side and the bridegroom’s party would have thought vice versa too.

The functions were over, and now it was time for our grand dinner. Wine and dine in a nice shining night! We consumed the day’s food altogether.

I remember Joseph, scolding the wine-server for making the guests waiting for a little longer on the cozy seats!