Ants and frogs

‘Hey Sussti! Come over here!’ Kaami was shouting at his full volume and trying to gather as many buddies as possible and the folks started gathering around him. We were there for our regular Sunday morning cricket match and Kaami had ruined it by introducing an eccentric apparatus of round glass fixed with a metallic stick.

‘I have got a magnifying glass, you know.’ He was a hell of a bragger, showing it to everybody but didn’t let anyone to hold it.

I was not particularly showing any interest in it. Though, I wanted to check that thing out but even in childhood you may possess certain stubborn egoistic characteristics. “Ok, your Uncle brought it from Germany, not a big deal! It is worth nothing,” I said that to Kaami.

“Ok guys! Just start the match.” I yelled over them, but nobody listened.

“Anyone has a piece of paper,” Kaami was at the height of his enthusiasm and he was behaving like a stage actor, “I am going to show you guys a magic.” He got the paper and started focusing the sunlight by magnifying glass over the paper. That was a hot August morning and the ground was very dusty. It was actually a plot of a plaza which was supposed to build last year but the contractor didn’t get enough funds, so, its parking lot and half built grey cemented walls gave us some wonderful opportunities to play around.

“Hey it’s burning,” the folks were amusing over a piece of paper which was burning due to the concentrated sunlight. I still believed that it was worth nothing and we should rather play our match. So I was watching them from a distance. Meanwhile, Pappo shouted, “Burn her! Burn her!” I was curious to whom he was referring. I went near to them and saw that they have burnt an ant which was now look like a minute black dot sticking to the wall. They all jumped over a five feet wall and were looking for the colonies of ants. Kaami focused the sunlight over a running ant and within few micro seconds it turned into a black dot.

“You guys are pathetic.” I was upset and sat at the edge of the filthy brown water in which all the rainy water had been pooling since of the first rain. A certain breed of tadpoles were growing there and lots of frogs had already grew up and jumping in and out of the water. I got an idea; jumping frogs were looking great and could be a nice distraction. I tried to catch a frog, filled my hands and clothes with dirty water and at last succeeded in grabbing one poor frog. It was small and looked like a prefect driver for my dinky car. I opened the front door and tried to push it in the car. He was moving his legs madly and while putting him in the car I almost broke his one leg. I dragged the car backward over the wall, gave it enough mechanical energy so that it could reach to the ant burners. Car ran straight to them hit a brick and my frog driver jumped out of it and laid in front of them helplessly. He couldn’t run. I don’t know whether it was devil which came over all of them; they grabbed the frog and started laughing. Kaami was prepared with his magnifying glass and he burnt the frog two times after that the frog died. The black blisters appeared at his skin and he looked shattered. When they burnt him he showed very less resistant. I don’t know about the high school laboratory labs where they cut the frogs out; but to me that was the most horrible event in the frog history as living species.