What can't be done by the whip of the moral police can be done by the bite of a mosquito

- Unencumbered joy-inexhaustible antani

In the republic of Maha-Bharat and in the republic of mosquitoes, the alert man is always happy, that is why it should be said in a tone of warning that there is a need to warn in time from the blow of Manipur, meaning the hanging of a woman and the bite of mosquitoes.

When the people strike, when the bridegroom passes, when the pile is knocked and when the mosquito bites, it is heavy. I've heard that female mosquitos have slightly longer proboscis than some male mosquitoes, so female mosquito bites are deeper and sharper. We think that these biting mosquitoes would be biting for the long life of their male mosquitoes? Whenever I listen to the old movie song 'Pankh hoti to ud aati re... rasiya o jalima...' I remember only the female mosquito singing - 'Dankh hoti to chatkati re...' It says Mosquitoes fly with wings and bite others (sickening some for good), but what do we do in nature where mosquito breeding is rampant?

Pathukaka is constantly digging the mosquito bites as if he has become a member of a new 'mining party' (and is itching to get power) and says, 'These extravagant mosquitoes keep on scurrying around and squander (the people's money). Ministers drink blood.'

I said to my uncle, 'Uncle, the population of mosquitoes increases at night as much as it does not increase during the day, so instead of facing this population of mosquitoes, if you sit digging with your hands like this, then this mining force of yours will not reach anywhere, understand? My mosquito...my mosquito...'

Pathukaka said, 'Mosquito my ... what is my mosquito humming? The mosquito that comes in your hand is yours, that's it? Is this the time to do my-star?'

I laughed and said, 'Uncle, I mean kill the mosquito, do you understand?'

Pathukaka said, 'Mumbai's improvement has overtaken even superpowers like Russia, you know?'

I asked how? Kaka said, 'Russian army flies drones to kill Ukrainian soldiers, while the Mumbai Corporation flies drones to kill disease-spreading mosquitoes. Too much to say or not?' I said, 'Such a difference in Russia and India. A Russian flies a drone to kill a man, while an Indian flies a drone to save a man (from illness), right?'

Pathukaka said, 'Somewhere drones are flown to shoot marriages and some drones are flown to shoot mosquitoes. Drones were flown to shoot the world of male-female in marriage, while on the other hand, drones were flown to 'shoot' the world of mosquito-queen. Drone mare, drone tare and drone film release, say Dronacharya ki nahi... Drona-charya ki jai!'

Pathukaka, who has become like a mosquito net with holes and bites from mosquitoes and one's own manuni (aunt), is targeting the aunt with mosquito-borne disease, saying that my illness and Bibi-both are painful, who to tell?

Indeed, mosquitoes that spread diseases are such a nuisance that you don't ask. Dengue is heard even when someone says thank you. Let's try to give loose money to the rickshaw puller of Rajkot and those Kathiawadi people say that even if Riya... even if Riya... then who knows malaria... malaria will be heard and the ears will become deaf. Even though the bhadvirs are giving fever by biting their mustaches, but this is like a man's mustache is given 'fever' by gnats and breaks it off, but it is true about Pathukaka, even in fever, their behavior and behavior does not change. At that time, we would sit there and ask, 'What are you doing uncle?' Then he should eat and answer, 'Look, I am giving fi-var (fever) to the mustache while sitting.'

While uncle and I were reciting Machharayan, we saw something commotion in the adjacent field. My uncle and I went there and saw four-five Hattakatta stick-wielding volunteers threatening the lovebirds sitting on the field bench. The girl was wearing a tank top and mini-skirt. The volunteers shouted, 'Besharmi ki hadd ho gayi, itne wearing a short dress ke boyfriend ke sathe gulcharre udane mein sharma nahi aati? Bhagos yahan se'... The lovebirds flapped their wings and flew away. After this moral police left, the next day saw the same scene. Uncle says, 'Going crazy, seeing? Girls wearing short dresses and boyfriends with pineapple hair-styles have burst out! A girl performing anga-showing her same boyfriend means same-to-same in Gujarati, 'same-sang' came and lined up?

After three days the magic happened. Girls were sitting on different benches wearing clothes that covered their entire body and were engaged in conversation with Premla. When uncle and I went for a walk Maidan asked the watchman sitting at the door why such a sudden change? The watchman pointed at the warning notice in large letters on the gate of the field. It read, 'Khulle mein pura shyam cover karke baithiye, varana machhar ke katne se aap sila pad sakte hai.' This warning written in Hindi, Marathi, English three languages ​​worked hard. Loving couples went to read and come dressed in full clothes. Seeing this strange change, Pathukaka said, 'Have you seen? What the moral police could not do, the mosquitoes did, that's why I say that what cannot be done with a blow, is done with a blow...'

I told my uncle, 'I think there is a tone of protest in the ban on wearing short dresses in temples. Instead of putting up a warning board with pictures of large mosquitoes outside the places of worship and writing: 'Beware of mosquito infestation in places of worship.' Then watch the miracle, people will voluntarily come fully clothed. What do you have to say?'

Pathukaka said, 'If you build a temple only for Mahyala, there is no need for God to wander outside. Currently, due to malaria and dengue virus, the health department of the municipality is breeding mosquitoes from house to house. I also tell them that God and mosquitoes should be kept inside, not outside.'

To finish the third and last issue of Machharayana, my uncle and I went for coffee at the age-old Udipi Hotel. A few mosquitoes were buzzing on the dark corner table, but the purple-lit machine mounted on the wall in the middle of Udipi was making a thump...thump...thump sound. I asked my uncle, 'What is this?' Uncle said, 'Don't you know? It's not a machine like this, it's an electric mosquito trap. As it gets closer and patt...putt burns. If there is an electric crematorium for humans, why not for mosquitoes?'

I asked my uncle while leaving UDP, 'Why do you always bring me to UDP?' Uncle said, 'Mosquitoes fly and sit on our bodies and drink blood, right? Therefore, we are not being careful or careful, as if we are inviting mosquitoes and saying that Udi Udi come and drink... the sound comes out of Udi-P, so I am bringing you here, understand?'

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Man I fly

I killed the man.