In the midst of hooey

Our days have been incredibly monotonous since the past few days. Then yesterday happens providing us with an avalanche of happenings to talk about.
It started off with a random day with Amma calling out to me from the kitchen in an attempt to rip me out of bed.
"Sana, utho bhaee."
"Uth gaee hun," I replied to her sinking a little deeper into my bed.

The day as it was happening, I decided to give one of my seniors a call to catch up on the up coming year. She explained to me how it wasn't that bad and having the Professional years now broken down into semesters has made the deal a more digestible one. I felt relieved and at the same time excited and an unidentifiable energy made me nicely arrange some books that my other senior, who happens to be my best friend, had given me out on the table where I usually carry out the process of erudition.

In the evening Hanif made his daily visit to our place and the moment he had left we received a call from my sister's friend informing us of her aching stomach. So, Amma and I had to go pick her up from the institute. It is somewhat a maximum of ten minutes drive but during this time of the year Karachi seems to be diverted to a direction that must pass traversing us. Upon reaching her coaching center I found out retrieving my sister wasn't as easy a job as I had imagined it to be. The guards, laalay, stopped me, I ran to the owner who might remember me from the time when I used to be a student there; he sent me to the principal who I never really fancied. The principal annoyed me a little for he wouldn't stop responding to everything I said to him in a "Hain?"

Any who, we drove all the way back home, said Isha and cuddled in Amma's palang. We talked and  watched some T.V. After the show was over we had some food and scattered about the house doing things that interest us. Wandering in the house as I often do which is one reason why I am titled Behr ul Kaahil, I reached Amma's room and just as I had walked through the door something made me look downward and a little behind and right next to the blue dustbin there sat a full sized fine and fair lizard!

At that very moment  the square of floor that I was standing on see-sawed and toppled me with my scream onto Amma's bed; with my eyes closed I managed to say something like, "Wahan chipkali hai, dustbin kay paas."
Amma got up looking very alert and uncomfortable, "Where? I don't see it."
"Woh itni cheekh o pukaar kay baad bethi thorhi rahay gi, bhaag gaee," I tried managing myself out of the shock I was in.
"Kis taraf gaee hai?"
"I don't know where it went, I wasn't looking Maa."

All of us took a deep breath. Amma phoned Mania who was downstairs and asked her to bring the jhaarhu and some anti-crawler spray. Very cautiously we transported ourselves to the living room, hoping that none of us would step on the animal. We cleared the living room and grasped anything that could serve the purpose of a weapon.
Mania came with her weapon and a confusion that questioned my sanity.
"Who saw it?"
"Sana ne dekhi hai," Amma told her.
"O! SHE saw it. It must have been a hallucination," she concluded very casually.
"Dude! I am serious, I saw it."

Just as I was attempting to make her believe, something rapidly came out from behind the flower pots in the alley and entered the next bedroom. Mania decided to believe me. My biggest apprehension then was that the color of the lizard and the carpet matched! Genius camouflaging freaks.

Now picture this: One coward to the next being only a bigger monument of cowardice standing shoulder to shoulder armed with sandals, cricket bats, spray, jhaarhu and hangers. After a good long period of contemplation we decided to spray the room up. Nothing popped out of no where. As we teamed up we also became comfortable and ready. I wouldn't be dishonest if I say we were no longer afraid.

Amma stepped inside to meticulously examine the room. Nothing. I stepped closer to the threshold and probed the cushions lying on the floor. Nothing. Saria gathered a little more courage and jumped on to the bed and started scooping shoe-boxes from under it. Nothing. I watchfully delved the curtain. Nothing. We then sprayed the room some more and came out to wait for the animal to come out. And there it was dizzied and scared, crawling in between the side of the dressing table and the wall. Since it didn’t move for the longest time, we sprayed it on the head; it then literally flew and jumped and scrammed its way out of the little hole in the net over the window, rendering all of us to relax. We obliterated the hole with some stuffing.
*phew*