Ideally, I should love antibiotics. They are dissenters fighting the Kingdom of Bacteria. Unfortunately, these brave warriors, while trying to ward off the colonisation schemes of microorganisms and fungi in my territory aim darts. They may hit the royal figures and knights of infection, but the poison that flows from the rusty pellets make me utterly weak and incomprehensible. It is like having bodyguards who become a nuisance and stop your every move to save you.
I had a talk with the leader of the Antibiotics Movement. He is dressed in a brilliant blue and is tall and muscular; his confidante, Paracetamol, wears white and is about as tall, though leaner. Sitting there, making notes, is the Suppressant, round and jocular in demeanour.
I address the Protector, “Why is it that while you are fighting the king I have to bear the brunt? Can’t you just aim your darts where they should be aimed? Why let the poison flow? I feel sick, worse than when the knights of infection stomped in my territory. That was painful and I had to lie motionless. But your method too puts me to sleep, a groggy half sleep. The fever rises and falls, the eyes are almost bloodshot.”
“I am here to help you,” said the Royal Blue. “You are too vulnerable, so if I do not use a potent weapon, some of those knights will sneak into corners. You won’t notice them and later they will reappear.”
“Ah, do you think they like me?”
“You are an open person and trust easily. They probably like what you have. It is
selfish.”
“But how long can they survive? Are they not mortal?”
“They are, but they multiply.”
“You mean to say they cohabit in my territory? Am I a honeymooner’s paradise?”
“You can say that!”
“But you are charming, tall and muscular and have a keen sense of dress. I like you, especially when you beckon me with a rakish smile and I brush my lips against you, I know then you are my saviour. But I fear the after-effects. Is there a way you can make me feel good about what will be our eventual victory?”
“Trust me. That’s all. And when you feel drowsy, sleep. I am your dream for now.”
6 comments:
Are you ill??Get well soon but this was funny!!
:-) A confidante called paracetamol. Go easy on the Cough syrup, FV (just kidding). That was very funny, thanks.
FV, I hope the leader of Antibiotics movement did not let you down..."Revolution now!" (and hope you are feeling better).
Yes, yes, it is funny...you slapstick guys laugh as someone slips on banana peels?
Ok. Joking. Thanks, KB and, Al, as leaders go I am not a good follower, so there was some internal strife. All revolutions come at a price and one day he too shall leave...me alone!
tripping on cold pills?
Nice thought, but last I tripped on anything cold was iceberg lettuce.
Post a Comment