From several days Slok felt an unusual uneasyness in his body. Some kind of mysterious curiosity was fluttering from his face. Normally he was just a next door ordinary young boy but from last Monday, he is not in his full swing & looks perplexed most of the times. No, he already passed his puberty age long ago and it was definetly not physical hormone change he was worried about. Then, what was the thing that troubled slok??
He use to get up early (which he normally hates), always seen in circles of matured people to gather courage to clear his confusion and was having some wild dreams...(Don't misunderstood with "wet dreams"). His symptoms were corroborating his fear. And at last he gathered his full strength & put his confusions, doubts & questions to one of his experienced collegue. Verdict came out within fraction of time which "jolted" him............
Yes he was diagnoised without any guess. It was as fearful as some monster with creaking horns & nails to him. To him the disease was more abhorable & shameful than AIDS. Never in his clan got such disease. Slok was shattered with utter grief and the world to him came to an end. God punished him for he used to laugh, conceit and make fun of people with this disease.
Stories about excruciating pain & plethora of advice was flown towards him whoever was intimated with the disease. People told him never in his life he can enjoy mouth watering spicy foods. He must now have to restrain outside junk food also. It was like an end to Gourmet's paradise. He was also cautioned with the perils of disease....From 1st stage to 5th stage of the disease. That day Slok realized that there can also be more than 3 stages of any disease...And most pitiable part of the disease is not curable completely. You always have to be bound with restrictions. And the worst part is when you have to go to doctor for check ups. Its like being raped by a gay. Resonating images itself was aghasting for Slok.
With these worries (ofcourse playing bigger war in morning) he started eating less. Observing his weak body it looked he will get vanished alive. People near him began to ask about his weak body & pale face. Girlfriend started doubting his faithfulness being reclusive towards her. Family started doubting his conduct. His disastrous face could'nt be cam'ouflaged into smile.
Amidst all these, disease began to worsen and finally insecure prick decided to tread to doctor for help. With heavy heart & utter failure he bagan his slow but careful steps to hospital. His name was called and doctor to his worst expectation told him to put his pants off..............And then..............
Suddenly eyes lides were opened and he almost jumped into his bed. Hertbeats ran @ Kms per hr & sweat drops rolled from his face even in the cold morning. Yes, thanks a ton to God it was a dream...A NIGHTMARE rather. He bubbled and thank God for he was all perfect. He felt as if life is full of blessings. And he got up to ready for office and smiled scarstically for he was saved from a "rape". ;-)
