Short Story by Nirmal Roy
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MOSQUITO NET
This is as such a subject which is well known to that gentleman who whole night spent outside the mosquito net and mosquito family enjoys the musical orchestra into the very inner part of the net.
Till day I have doubt about which corner of mosquito net is suited with which corner of the bed. Although my wife praises highly me for this only cumbrous matter like the rigging up the mosquito net yet till now it seems very much difficult for me comparing the arithmetic of Keshab Chandra Nag with the subject of geometric measurement of the mosquito net. In much cases after rigging up the mosquito net adjusting side entries of the bed the complexion of the mosquito net which was rectangular becomes like rhombus or trapezium.
In the house of other at the time of night spent it is seen the landlord or landlady maintains an wonderful skill although there remains no stand of bed in the four corners of mosquito net, entangled threads are knotted in different lengths and different colours in different places . Those are placed at the secret locations of dovetails of the wall. Then loose, tight contraction, extension measurement runs for sundry processes reciprocal with the bed.These looked to be puzzled.
Maybe it is often seen after rigging up the mosquito net in midnight, thread of a corner of one side torn fell over the sleeping person .His whole body surrounds by the mosquito net.
Long days ago I remember, it happened to me to go on a opportunity for tour at Murshidabad. I and my colleague spend the night in the club room of our office at Berhampore. There a dirty old mosquito net remained in the wooden almirah of that room. Unable to cope with the torturing of the mosquito in mid night that was taken out.After taken out it was seen there is no thread attached with it.We had defended ourselves keeping the mosquito net from head to foot for escaping from mosquito biting.
Yet after too much trying I cannot resist ever the entrance of one and only one mosquito through the opening of the mosquito net. Everytime after putting down the light I think that I throw dust in the eyes of the mosquito but while I enter into the net the sound po-o-o catches the ears. And there in the texture those tiny holes remain. In my self eyes I have seen mosquito enters through it.I have seen one mosquito enters. It detained entering half. Then from it's back another mosquito pushes it for extending it's helping sting for completion of full entrance of the former.
One of my friends mother in law has four daughters and four sons in laws(obviously counting my friend ).With them the offsprings make the team very funny. Mother in law arranges a mosquito net like the size of a tent of circus. When my friend all alongwith other appears in the house of father in law then daily at night it is seen at second storey in a hallroom a big, long and broad bed with small, large, middle different types of pillow side pillow flourish the inner decoration. Alongwith these gadgets rubber clothes are singing baby rhymes.But above all much wonderful is that above all these a strong mosquito net hangs, just like a King size trapeze. My friend along all other enters into it after dinner, managing a nice skill in lightning speed. How within so small time my friend's mother in law manages the total program,thinking it everybody will be spellbound.
It is learnt there was a King. No Gaja,no Badshah,no Sultan but a King who used to order to standup four servants at four corners of his bed to keep in their hands the four knots of his mosquito net. Putting stand or rigged up on wall there were no other choice for him.
But regarding mosquito net the ultimate best story is gifted by our ever time greatest poet Kalidasa. On the night of flower bed of the marriage the newly bride princess was half slept, tempted by romance into the mosquito net. Meanwhile our Kalidasa (till then he had not become greatest poet) not finding any door, started combing operation all over the net and he solved the problem directly by jumping over it. Result is that the net torn and he fell on the bride.A sorrowful scene.And then he was mercilessly insulted red and brown by the princess.But afterwards this insult and humiliation uplifted him and transformed him into the poet laureate.
So it is unjustified to consider that the very mosquito net misguides man to fall into danger only, rather it helps a person to become superb. So although hundreds of process discovered to fade out the mosquito such as All Out , Good Night,Tortoise marked coil etc etc, the evergreen mosquito net remains in self esteem since the age of greatest poet Kalidasa crossing the post modern era till date.
Perhaps it will persist in its own live grandeur in continuation for future also.
Nirmal Roy (born 1962, Balurghat, West Bengal) a Bengali , English and Hindi poet,writer, editor and Marg music exponent is a retired central government officer, with 19 books across poetry, fiction, translation and criticism to his credit.He also edited the film-literature
magazine Shot1,and is also known as a sitar and tabla artist based on Bishnupur, Bankura, West Bengal, India.
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