Story of a lost journalist

June 24, 2008

Deadly monster attack

Filed under: Imagination,Jim and Me Conversations — Cris @ 23:27
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I saw it coming from far ahead. The shape and size was growing bigger every second. I knew it was destiny that put me here. The moment we were all scared of was finally here. It was man versus monster. And I was put in charge of the ‘man’ side. It was one woman against the monster. They must be sending their leader now and before you know it, a whole army of monsters would be at your doorstep. I had to do it. I had to save the human race. The monster had to go. There was no use sitting quiet. I had to talk to it.

“Hey you”

I addressed the ugly monster. It turned to look at me. No smile, no friendliness. This was going to be tough. But I didn’t plan to make it any tougher.

“Haha. Did I say ‘you’? I meant your honor, hullo.”

What? I had to be polite! Humans are renowned for kindness to other species.
“Oh no! Don’t fly! You are just an infant.”

There it was, those ugly wings all spread out, ready to attack any minute.

“I mean you are a baby. You’ve got to master your walking first before you learn to fly. Walking is fun. Move your left legs out. All of them.”

Monster though it was, it must be one of the good ones. It was walking just like I told it, but not in the direction or speed I had in mind.

“No no not so fast! You don’t want to do the boogie-woogie wrong do you? And not in this direction.”

The connection between us was broken now. It did not seem to follow what I said.

“Look pal, you don’t walk towards a human. Especially one that sings.”
I proceeded to sing. “Lalala….. booga booga woogie… get yourself a woogie”
It stopped. I didn’t know if it has eyebrows, but I am sure if it had, it’d have them raised now.

“That’s right. Don’t talk to strangers and don’t walk to singers. Didn’t your Mama teach you that? And I must tell you. My singing have killed a few animals in the past.”

Now the connection was on again. The monster was retreating its steps slowly. And whenever it paused, I sang even more loudly and it had its tail on fire!
At this proud glorified moment, when I was all ready to give a brand new innovative Nobel Prize speech, my fancy pal Mr Jim appeared.

“Cris”

“Yea?”
Why did he come now?!

“You were yelling and jumping all around the room… and singing unusually loud”

“You are some pal! Did you see what attacked me?”

Jim was calm. “A cockroach”

I stared! “A monster!”

Jim was shaking his head. “A 2 cm long cockroach”

“Hey you don’t insult my monster that way. Err you saw it all?”

“Yep”

I thought for a minute. I knew when I was a Nobel Prize Winner. I also knew when I was a Nobel Prize Loser.
“Jim, remember that blue Denim jacket you wanted?”

“Ya”

“It is yours”

“Thanks Cris, you are a pal!”

We sat silent for 2 long minutes.

“Jim”

“Yes Cris?”

“This is not going out”

“For that Denim jacket Cris, you can keep all the cockroaches in this world”

“One Jim, just one!”

“Yeah one”

“And it is a monster”

“It sure is Cris, it sure is”

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4 Comments »

  1. thats a very small cockroach 😛

    Comment by justajester — June 25, 2008 @ 09:50 | Reply

  2. he he! So finally who left the room – you or the monster? i can guess the answer but still please tell 🙂

    Comment by sajith — June 25, 2008 @ 20:20 | Reply

  3. @justajester, you are sounding like Jim! I dont have any more Denim jackets to offer!
    @sajith, didnt you read that part? My high quality singing drove him away hehe and I won a pseudo Nobel Prize just before Mr Jim turned up!

    Comment by Cris — June 26, 2008 @ 14:39 | Reply

  4. it is Wonderful that even a cockroach inspires you to write.. a good attempt really funny, especially to be read when in a sad mood… thanks for the smile, which is right now on my face…

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 8, 2011 @ 23:15 | Reply


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