Home, is where the house-fly is!

One constant on the road when you travel, whether you like it or not is the housefly being your compadre. Whoever Came up with the name housefly mustve not ventured out of his four walls. This insect is everywhere, hotels, guest houses, in the roadside loos. Hell, they dont even leave my helmet alone. I go everywhere to find them buzzing around - making me wonder if they actually run the world.

At home i never used to mind these guys. But to travel the whole day and end up on a bed to be constantly buzzed around, and itched upon. Gradually you start resembling an half eaten bun butter toast with these miniscule creatures hovering around you. We tried everything and failed. There simply are no housefly repellents available. We tried burning a mosquito coil only to find out that these coils invite mosquitoes. They just swarmed in as though they had heard a mating call. We only made it worse.

Even in a monastery, the buddhist housefly (should be, considering its whereabouts!) managed to end its nine fold path right on my nose! I wasnt amused at all. And i couldnt be as calm as the buddha. Rolled up a newspaper and tried destroying my pest only to end up slapping myself silly.

Finally something worked, by accident rather on purpose. Some Hash fell into my cigarette and when that was rolled up the problem was solved. No the flies did not leave the room. Instead, i got more conducive to the company. Unwanted as it may be, it was no longer unpleasant. The buzzing and the flying were more of a trance music i could hum to. If you cant beat them - join them. Home, is where the housefly is.