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Mosquitoes and Politicians



Mosquitoes live long. They were around in the Jurassic era sucking the blood of dinosaurs. The wretched dinosaurs eventually vanished but mosquitoes flourished. Now we have more than 3000 species of them with us in spite of all the poison we carry in our blood which they feed on. It seems all our jingoism and bingoism are like Boost, the secret of mosquito’s energy.

We shouldn’t tarnish the history of the entire species, however, though reshaping history has become our main national pastime these days. It is the female of the species that is deadly. The male mosquitoes are vegetarians feeding only on plant juices such as nectar. The females not only suck our blood but also urinate on us after sucking the blood. Science tells us that it is their way of purifying the blood they have sucked. No wonder our jingoism doesn’t poison them. You will never come across a Hindu mosquito or a Muslim one or whatever. They don’t have slogans and mottos to kill for. They just suck blood. Our politicians should learn a lesson from them: suck blood without preaching. Oh, maybe they already learnt the entire lesson from mosquitoes including that peeing chapter.

It is possible that our politicians descended from mosquitoes which have certain preferences in bloodsucking. They are more attracted to women than men, it seems. In that too, they prefer blondes. Well, where blondes are available. Where they are not, Fair&Lovely will do. Ah, mosquitoes are as intriguing as our politicians for whom blondeness translates into wealth. No wonder they won’t ever become extinct, mosquito or politician. The more intriguing you are, the greater your chances of surviving as a species. That was the last line written by Darwin in his diary which is yet to be discovered.

This post is written in response to Parwati Singari’s provocation at Indispire Edition 387: a world without mosquitoes what do you think will happen? #zeromosquito

It’s impossible for me to imagine a world without politicians and mosquitoes. If they are not there who will suck our blood?

Let’s conclude this with a climax of trivia. Question: Why won’t you find mosquitoes on the head of Sardar Patel?

Answer: Mosquitoes don’t fly beyond 100 metres at a stretch. The Patel statue is 182 metres tall.

 

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  1. Hari OM
    Interesting analogy... and here is a very interesting article which demonstrates that mosquitos have fooled most of us into thinking their scope is limited... beware, all! YAM xx

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  2. wow, Tomichan enjoyed this one, this is different from your usual style.

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