A funny thing happened while we were living in BTM 1st stage area .As usual Ashik(room mate) was sleeping after finishing his night shift in a BPO company ,door of his room was open and a monkey from nowhere sneaked in to the room and began scratching Ashik's leg ,Ashik thought that it is some of his room mate but when he woke up it 'scared the shit out of him', imagine you are having a peaceful sleep and suddenly when you open your eyes , you find a monkey tickling you!. You find monkeys usually in jungles,zoos , streets,national geographic channel, but not in your bedroom! Afterwards we all made fun of him, teased him by saying that the monkey had come all the way from the jungle to meet his lover .We thought the story had ended but it didn't end instead the monkey became our frequent guest, a very angry guest who was disturbed by the local kids who used to pelt stones at the him as a result of which some window panes also got smashed .Everyday it used to to come to our flat and remain there for hours sometimes it came 3am in the morning and started to bang the doors of our rooms .No one could get close to him as it would pounce on them ,show the male monkey aggression by opening its mouth, showing its yellow sharp teeth , it was clear that he had never brushed his teeth and he was wild, very wild like someone who wanted to take revenge for his lost love .He even hadn't got toilet training from his monkey mamma and one day he pissed into Ashik's white Jockey socks. Unfortunately we were able to warn Ashik about the monkey's given holy water only after he wore the socks.That day Ashik washed his hands several times! An old lady tried to be smart and she was badly bit by this confused and angry monkey...He used to come and sit anywhere in our flat . We couldn't go market to get our stuff..I had to accompany my cousin when he had to leave for the office and whenever we detected the monkeys presence in our flat we communicated with each other from one room to another through our mobile phones. Afterall we didn't wanted to get ourselves injections ,for dog bite we knew one gets 14 injections but for monkey bite, we didn't know how many?. We called the wild life authorities also but got no response ,we went to our flat owner and told him the situation he toldus to get an artificial Cobra snake which would scare the monkey anyway we didn't like the idea. We could had easily killed the monkey but we didn't wanted to kill this poor confused wild monkey ,afterall if we kill him then what will be the difference between him and us..
Sajjad loves animals and he always used to sympathize with the monkey by saying that we shouldn't show such inhospitable approach towards him but instead we should show love and affection. Sajjad headed towards the monkey to show his affection and began to make some unpleasant'monkey sound' as he reached near the monkey, the monkey pounced on him and his finger nearly missed the affection of the monkey. That night some noise was heard which only Sajjad could hear ,he gave a loud scream and ran towards the door and pushing it hard his scream also awakened me and I assured him not to worry as the door was already locked..Afterwards I have never heard Sajjad speaking about kindness towards animals.
One day the door again remained open and again the monkey entered our room . He began to explore the room and started to play with the objects in the room as if he was in his jungle where he can eat leaves, fruits, and jump from one branch to another and still you won't find any trace of monkeys wildness but for God's sake it was my small room. We were down stairs and I heard a loud crash like in 'car accidents' or when a villain in movies is punched by a hero and he direcly crashes into a huge glass."Yes glass" I quickly ran towards my room and found my room had become into some kind refugee camp, thing were scattered all over and in the center I saw the little S*O*B* looking into a 5feet crashed mirror which now had spilt into tiny pieces he was trying to communicate with some one into mirror,he was jumping and doing some kind of' monkey-dance' 'thinking the monkey in the mirror to be a "She- monkey" with whom he can have sex, after all he was deprived of his carnal desires after leaving the jungle all alone into a city with no one with whom he could share his feeling..In city he could see cows ,dogs ,cats hens ,rats but couldn't find any she monkey he was happy but confused and left the place with one piece of mirror in his right hand. I was also happy as the mirror was destroyed because I used to sleep below this 'unsheathed 5feet blade' as it had no frame and it was supported by a weak rope for past few years . It always amazed me how it was supported by a loose rope but at the same time I had the fear that the mirror will directly fall on my throat while I am asleep and I will get guillotined or beheaded in a split of seconds after all I had no good relations with God.
It is very dark in the room near the terrace where we had kept all our old shoes ,magazines, sacks full of old books some read and some unread, notes, broken utensils , dull lime coloured rusty washing machine which never worked and an old mattress which looked as if it was bombarded by a US B2 bomber but now it looked more worse and we knew that his majesty the monkey had made this dark room as his bed room and the mattress as his bed ,now again the childhood fear began to rise whenever I used go upstairs to hang my washed clothes on the terrace, I again felt that their was someone in the that dark corner waiting for me. I reached to the terrace and slowly opened the door and it was him with a piece of our 5feet mirror that exactly looked like the knife in the the film 'Psycho' by Alfred hitchcock, he was looking into the mirror with those killer eyes..Next day while coming back from college I found drops of blood on the corridor of my flat I prayed to God that everything is ok.. I started to follow the blood droplets and reached the crime spot and to my shock as well as relief I found a dead cat murdered by a frustrated monkey..It was the same cat that used to do " meow meow" and used look into our room through window while we were watching TV..I felt bad for the poor cat and at the same time got angry but the monkey was gone .
One day the monkey again paid a visit this time all the doors were closed, I took a match stick ,he looked into my eyes and I looked into his it was a close encounter. I slowly ignited the match stick and threw it toward s him as if i was tossing the coin he ran ran and ran
Couple of days later we left that flat and as some ous got settled to some otherplaces and i shifted to BTM2nd stage but whenever i come across the area and our old flat i still look towards the terrace of the flat thinking that he must be sitting there waiting for someone in that dark corner!
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