Disaster Inc.

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Cousins - and how they turn it into a disaster.

Submitted: November 17, 2011

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Everyday for the past three weeks, when I returned from school, I'd do a double take at the door and think "Whoa! Tsunami struck Japan?" and then it'd settle down on me "Oh, home!" Having cousins is like the best thing on planet Earth, isn't it? It's not! Especially when you have cousins like mine. My cousins, like plate boundaries, are divided into three categories.

a. Constructive: my oldest cousin, Fatema ben, who is smart, beautiful and helps me with her advice and guidance.

b. Conservative: Murtaza, Fatema ben's brother, who is not the helpful kind but is just fun to be around.

c. Destructive: all my other cousins, who form the famous terrorist group called "Disaster Inc."

And what happens when they crash your home? Feels like flood, volcano, earthquake, tornado, tsunami and storm happened all at once. Seriously. Every single time that I enetered my room in the past three weeks, I got a new surprise. More like shock. One day, all my stationery from my pencil bag is missing. Another day, there's a sticker on my laptop. Another day, my bed sheet's graffitified. One other day, things on my table are glued to other things on my table. And there's lots more. It's not even funny how creative these little rats are. And being rats, they get into places you can't imagine. I had to hide my laptop in my father's cupboard and my mobile phone in a drawer in my wardrobe. Thank god my mum keeps a billion children's books, or else my textbooks would all turn into a bunch of draw-and-write-it-yourself story books, just like my "Deception Point" which I accidentally left on the kids' book shelf. With the Disaster Inc. around, there's really no room for mistakes. I learned that from countless experiences.

I don't really mind them destroying my things. Afterall, they're kids. That's what they're supposed to do. Man, who am I kidding? Okay, I do mind them wrecking and ruining my things but not as much as I do when they destroy my peace. After an entire day of school, homework and a large horde of people lurking in and out of my room and bathroom, I expect to have some "me time", where I can lie back and relax and watch TV. But those walking and screaming tornadoes roar every time I make an attempt to change that stupid cartoon channel they've been watching nonstop since morning. And even if I do get to see the channel that I want to, I end up reading subtitles because even a 100 volume on my TV sounds faint compared to my cousin's extraordinary cries. Sometimes I feel like shouting back at all of them but everytime that happens, my mum magically pops up in front of me, shaking her head and I look down and stomp to my room, cursing and swearing in my head.

I have never said as many no's in my life as I have to my cousins in the past three weeks.

"Can I wear your shades?" "No"

"Can I use your mobile phone?" "No"

"Can I eat that entire pint of icecream?" "No"

"Can I swing using your curtains?" "NO"

"Can I give you a haircut?" "NOOOO!"

But today, as Disaster Inc. was leaving for their homes, they said something that made me say "No" to them for the last time and it was something very different from those silly questions. They asked "We made your life terrible, didn't we?" and that made me think. Yes, they did destroy my things, and they also didn't let me do things I wanted to. But what about the fun times that I had with them, like when they cracked insane jokes? Or competed to sit next to me? Or played games with me? Or the miliion times they came to me seeking help after a disaster they created, and smiled at me when I bailed them out, making me feel all so important? True, they turned my life into a picture that was glued here and stapled there, but at the end of the day, the picture turned out to be a beautiful scene. They hadn't made my life terrible at all. They just made it so much more interesting and exciting.

Now with all the rats gone, I look for some noise but find none. I scan my room for something out of place but find everything where it's supposed to be, like it's supposed to be. I search the entire house to check whether any one of them accidentally got left behind but they're all gone. I had always wanted them to leave and now that they're gone, I want them back. They won't be back for another two or more years but until then, everyday, I will miss my dear Disaster Inc.


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