Yesterday, Maria was minding her own business, prancing in her bedroom singing a Star World advert song which she had recently rediscovered, when out of the corner of her eye, she sees a huge brown cockroach moving around all the suitcases in her room.
She screams and runs for cover. Then, behind the door, she morphs into Super Maria. And this is how the battle started.
Read on ahead.
DIE, COCKROACH, DIE!
Maria runs, gets hold of some talcum powder and a shoe. SWISH! She pours the talcum powder over the cockroach.
“DIE, COCKROACH, DIE!” she shrieks.
But the intruder would just not give up. It starts roach-jogging towards the study table.
“Oh, HELL no!”, she thought.
Then, she sees it, hiding behind the study table’s leg, preparing its modus operandi, no doubt. Quick as lightening, she doused the roach with yet another shower of talcum powder.
“YAS!” she shouts with victory.
But it still would not die. It roach-crawls towards the lounge. Maria then decides long distance shooting would be the best plan of attack. She whips out two-three pairs of heeled platform shoes, and throws them at the excuse of a creature. It dodged each shot skilfully. :/
Bringing out the Big Gun(s)
“Aha! At last I’ve found a worthy opponent”, she says, “Enough is enough. Time to call in the troops. ABBU!!!”
Maria’s cockroaching-killing-mean-machine father appears.
“KILL IT”, Maria orders, pointing towards the thing.
“Bug-spray please” says Abbu, with the air of a doctor in the OR asking for a scalpel.

Maria fetches the bug spray, and hands it to her father. *PHOOOOOOO* The cockroach is blown away by the spray’s intense chemicals. It wheezes and coughs. And then dies.
“TAKE THAT! AHA! Thank you, Father.” Maria says humbly ,”Thank you thank you THANK YOU!”
Abbu gives his daughter the “()_()” look and thinks “What an insane bachi I’ve raised…”
WINAR
Maria, the great cockroach killing machine! Yet another marauding criminal bandit has been destroyed by her skilled and dangerous hands! NONE shall escape the wrath of Maria’s fearless mission! Mwahahahaaaa!
Questions for TEHH READAARS
- Cockroaches. What do you have to say about them?
- Does your mom also scream when she sees a cockroach roach-crawling on the floor?
- Have you ever killed a cockroach?
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For those that don’t know, the title of this post is a reference to Counter-Strike







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#1 by Bilal on December 4, 2009 - 11:30 pm
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The first thing which forced me to write a comment was its title and second thing how it related to me when i was a kid.
I still remember one day when i came back from school and went to change my clothes and found a Big cockroach in my shirt, its legs were needle like which made me shout at loud and madly. LOL. My daddi came and was like … what happened, Mother told her there’s a cockroach in bilal’s shirt. She said i also just saw a cockroach in Pepsi bottle. and i was like Whaaaat! Afterwards i always started drinking pepsi in glass…LOL…and to me Cockroaches are still a big threat to me till yet….yes till YET
#2 by Rabia on December 4, 2009 - 11:31 pm
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haha. roaches are ew. well-planned attack Miss Maria (not really)
#3 by Mujtaba Raja on December 6, 2009 - 6:59 pm
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o_0 .. huhuuu
This reminds me of my cheap cousin saying .. ” tum cockroach se dartee ho!! Main tu bachpan main inhain khaya karta tha! eeeyyuuuu!! I still doubt his appetite!!
But anyways the story was magnificent!
#4 by H.A on December 9, 2009 - 2:48 pm
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errr…I’ve pinned cockroaches on bars of soap, cut off their legs n antlers(shudder…)and then dissected them…but I still can’t stand the sight of one in my room..It’s not that i’m afraid(which I most definitely am), it’s just that they’ve got too many legs to be allowed..:P
#5 by Huma on December 10, 2009 - 1:59 am
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Awais, another piece of entertaining writing – it definitely made me chuckle.
Cockroaches. They’re dirty.
No, no one screams about insects at our place.
A cockroach? Plural, baby. Plural. Now, let’s talk about the Big Daddies,baby – Lizards.
#6 by rabya on December 10, 2009 - 2:43 am
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hahahaah great post.
I HATE cockroaches.
My mom actually used to kill them in paksitan.
I just run.
#7 by Aleena on December 10, 2009 - 1:53 pm
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LOL! i HATE roaches!
and really wonderful story!
#8 by Miask on December 10, 2009 - 10:24 pm
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Haan, cockroaches are really really disgusting :p Why is Awais gettign credit for this? He deserves like, 30%, for the editing. Baaki saara mera kamaal hay.
#9 by Miask on December 10, 2009 - 10:25 pm
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Thanks fot the wonderful comments, peoples.
Maria appreciates it.
#10 by sumbalz on January 2, 2010 - 1:51 am
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@miasiak
thats well written…..do write about lizards some day…..they are more repulsive than coacroaches;-&….you will know when 3 of them hit you straight on ur face(ask me)…eewwwh!
#11 by Miask on May 12, 2010 - 12:52 pm
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That would be MIASK, but we’ll let it go for the moment. SOrry for the late reply. Boards just finished. Ewww. Lizards on face? Ganda. I have a few lizard stories which I shall no doubt create into a post soon. Until then, keep checking artsy!
#12 by Goldsteiner on June 9, 2010 - 1:57 am
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Typical Muslims running like cowards from a mere insect.
#13 by Waisybabu on June 9, 2010 - 3:06 am
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@Goldsteiner – What the hell was that? How does being a Muslim have to do with how scared someone is of cockroaches? :/
#14 by Miask on June 9, 2010 - 4:12 pm
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@Goldsteiner: Let me proceed to show you this exciting new concept. It’s called HUMOUR.
#15 by Goldsteiner on June 22, 2010 - 3:12 am
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@MIASK:
Muslims don’t have a sense of humor. They are an angry people with sick minds.
@Waisybabu:
Muslims are born cowards and see violence as the only way of solving a problem.
#16 by Waisybabu on June 22, 2010 - 1:42 pm
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You sound like a 12 year old who has been brainwashed by his school teacher.
Have you ever heard of generalizations and stereotypes? Well, if you haven’t, please do.
#17 by Genie on August 16, 2010 - 1:51 am
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rofl
this is so epic !
the good prevails !!! =D
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