One fine Monday morning (or it could as well have been a Wednesday or a Thursday) I was performing that bi-weekly (means once in 2 weeks na? Or is it twice in 1 week? :S ) ritual that the males of our species do. Don't rake your brains... Was cutting my finger nails.
All of a sudden from out of nowhere a tiny red ant (almost as big a very small mustard) popped in front of me. Totally took me by surprise. As I was recovering from the shock, it started dragging away a nail I had just cut. Once I had gathered my marbles, I decided I was not going down without a fight. It wasn't much of a fight though. I pulled back my nail with a light tug and off it came. But the ant was not done yet. It kept coming back for it. My memory is hazy after that, mainly because it was such an insignificant episode to remember. But I do remember that it was me who finally won.
But that is not the point here really. Why should I let it get away with the nail? What if it had planned on eating it for supper. Wouldn't it be like it was eating a part of me? Or what if there was really a colony of super intelligent ants that would clone me, then probably take over the world somehow (how? beats me).
When I told this to those friends of mine, they were like, 'Why the fcuk do you even care!?'
You tell me, what would you have done? Let some nasty old insect take away a part of you?! So what if you'd anyways throw it in the dustbin.
Just because I don't like ants eating my finger nails, makes me strange. Well, I prefer to be 'strange'
Maaan, I was just SITTING at Titanic the whole time, had just a Mangola. It was probably the fumes... Bye...
...and Happy Vishu, I mean Onam... *Hic*... *Hic*... *Hic*...
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