A Moral lesson from the Mosquito Mythology

A cry for equality. A cry for recognition. From the beginning of Treta Yuga every bite reminds of that cry. Mosquitoes were terribly discriminated by the humans. Temples were built for the snakes and people worshiped them.The venomous creatures were offered sacred milk. Why ? A question that never received an answer. What mosquitoes wanted was just a few drops of blood. A bali. A blood offering from the humans. A ritual for their blood thirsty mosquito Lords. An equal status with the snakes.The Gods never accepted their proposal. The unheard cry became a rage. The rage became a rebellion. A bloody rebellion against the god and the mankind.

The chosen place was Kerala. The God’s own country.The Tourism God is entirely different and was not connected to this story. Mosquito breeding was less complicated than they expected. Thanks to rain, water, power cut, negligence and ego politics. Introduced a few new generation of warriors like Aedes, Culex, Asian tiger and Anopheles.The war strategy was called Viral war. Successfully spread Chikungunia, Dengue, Malaria, H1 N1 etc across the state in a high speed. Faster than the new age viral marketing. Liberated hundreds of souls from their diseased bodies. Doubts and pain sustained. The cry now got a different voice, a human voice.

Proposal for the construction of the biggest temple on earth got its quick clearance. Communist Politburo commented that it would a historical decision and would lead to an industrial revolution.Thousands of new temples were built across the state. Blood treatment plants and bottling units were mushroomed everywhere. They daily produced thousands of sachet packets containing 100 ml blood. Packet bloods become a hot selling stuff. Animals and birds were butchered only for blood. Employment generation showed a record high. Most of the mosquito repellent companies become bankrupt and some have shifted to the new packet blood business. Devotees started flowing to the temples with packet bloods in their hands. The doors of the mosquito temples were always kept open for them. The much awaited happiness has finally come back after a long time. The buzz sound was not heard again.