Duel with Lizard!

"Scoliodentosaurophobia!" That's what repeated searches in google say.. In common terms, it simply means FEAR OF LIZARDS (and that's why I request those registered with PETA not to read this!). I've been having this odd sort of phobia right since I had my house shifted.

It was business as usual. I had just returned after playing the whole day in my friend's house. I turned the lights of my room on. Just then, I could see something creeping on the cream-colored walls of my room. Just when I was about to take a clean and keen look at it, it went past my vision just as how Schumacher used to whiz past the finish line. I couldn't get a glimpse of it anytime later.

I took little care of that matter (Perhaps, that's what has contributed to this story... :--)).... The next day was a perfect Saturday (time off from school often feels good).. My Dad had a word of advice for me, "Don't waste your time! Spend your time revising your lessons!" I too felt a bit carried away by his advice (you can't see me revising often)...

In two minds, whether to study or not, I went to my room aimlessly. I went straight to my table. Just when I was taking my book I felt something moving on my fingers which felt heavy. Just then, something struck my mind, "Was it the unknown insect I had spotted, the previous day?". I had gone cold by this thought. There was a rush of the blood through my body. Now, I caught a glimpse of the one that had whizzed past my visionary the previous day. It was a lizard, that clumsy, awkward creature, right in front of my eyes. Out of sheer fright of the sight, I yelled turned back, ran all around the house. My heart was pounding (you can't see a person who can show his cowardice like me)...

I went back to my room... There it was, perched comfortably on top of my book... I took the broomstick... I threw it on the lizard. Vroom.. Crash.. Thud.. Now, where was the lizard. It was out of my sights once again! I searched for it all over again... Three hours had passed since my dad had left the house. I remembered his words, asking me to revise. Yeeks! What sort of crazy revision could I involve myself in with that bloody little thing around? There was a lull for another half hour. Then, it emerged out of the dusty part of my room (my room is a dusty bowl.. That place was much more dustier). I managed to get it out of my favorite table and now it was lying on the ground.

The sight of it lurking on the floor sent my goosebumps raising. Now, I was on the top of the table clutching the window safely to protect myself from the lizard and the lizard... It was sneaking through every corner of my room coolly... A picture of DON QUIXOTE was what came to my mind then... But you can't be expecting me to laugh then.. I took the huge trunk on the table and threw it on the lizard.. To my horror, it managed to sneak into the trunk instead. Oh, I felt helpless. I slowly moved the trunk out of my room. I felt safe at least by now. The lizard tried to come out of the trunk. I tried to get the lizard out of the place without injuring it. But it all resulted in vain... The lizard died. In a better way to put it, the lizard plotted the death of itself....

The lizard was buried in peace [:-p].. My account of it is 'The Lizard Rested in Peace after rendering me without peace for the nights to follow'. Right after this hullabaloo, I had a look at the clock. Oops! It was 6 in the evening! My dad had left at 11 in the morning. I had been battling with that nasty creature for almost 7 hours... Now, I had something to conjure up the advice of my father. I had enough time to laugh about the whole matter. Then, something struck me, "Never again have a thought of being a superman or a batman in your life. I think Charlie Chaplin fits your image better!" The horrific duel with the lizard had ended, with a decisive result for me (could've been a better opposition!)


- I've always loved to conjure up the past to pen down my favorite incidents that have occurred at different walks of my life. My life, as I maintain, has much more to experience than what Guevara would've experienced in his life. Hope you had a nice time reading it.