Arachno-Funda

Mind you all, I am the mouthpiece for all of our kind and am here to speak on the trials and tribulations faced by the lot of us. Blogger gives me a great platform to voice my opinions and in the writer here an ally to document this for posterity.

Now why do ya guys think I would waste my precious time away from weaving those masterpieces to have a tete-a tete with you boring engineering geeks? Well to put it in a nutshell, come the month of March our numbers start dwindling. And when even the musty abode of an engineer “dedicated to the service of” making his life hell at a non-descript place called Kharagpur or KGP to give it a more hip name, also is not conducive environment, then something somewhere is surely amiss.

I guess for long enough now we have been misunderstood. Slotted into mean tricksters weaving elaborate webs to trap unsuspecting innocuous fellow insects hasn’t been fair. The only laudatory story about us ever has been the Robert Bruce one where one of our fore-fathers finally made a cobweb at the entrance of the cave after six prior failed attempts. Few know of this story and even fewer realize that as Bruce had to come out of the cave to fight, he must have destroyed the cobweb at the entrance to go out. So the final morale even there is that all our spidery efforts generally go futile.

However to rant and rave about the indignation faced by our clan at your race’s hands could fill up pages and more importantly that’s not what I am here for. Space and time are both limited and I have to go about making a new home with over-optimistic thinking that this will be still standing next March. You see, most people, especially at KGP must be wondering what’s so special about this month. Well it so happens that all the hall days fall in this importune month actually. And with these geeks ready to impress what they call “bandis” their rooms go over a significant renovation the day before only to degrade again till the next year. And this is betrayal of the worst kind for us. Because we truly believe that all these engineering guys living in hostels are our best allies. With things strewn around for as long as one can remember and lazy enough to pick up the broom, you people are the perfect foil we could hope for. Every nook and recess in your room has been utilized by us to set up our flourishing civilizations and we all live in perfect harmony. Till one day the testosterone-charged dork that has never had any significant contact with any one from the other end of the gender spectrum decides to entertain these bandis at his room. And at whose but our expense!!!! In fact you guys should rather stare and marvel at our masterpieces of architecture; those intricately woven webs which should inspire you onto greater achievements in engineering, rather than swishing away at them in one go. Okay maybe a bit too much of gyaan there but well I was trying my best to keep myself from being destitute and homeless. Can’t blame me for that!!!

So guys, invite all whom you want but please keep the walls of your room decorated by our embellishments. After all, your cleanliness for a day will be seen through by most and at the end of the day the unnecessary energy expended in this meaningless exercise is not worth it. And so my appeal ends. Even the writer is getting pissed at the length of my appeal. So adios guys coz I still need to search for a new corner to build my own world wide web!!!


P.S : The writer himself is a big hypocrite who took out 2-3 hours to clean his own room free of all cobwebs. The one in the pic is the only one he spared so that the room didn't look too picture-perfect :D