iTch bin ein..scratch'er

Different religious books have referred to it as the enemy within.The enemy is merciless, constantly attacking, re-instigating pangs of human desire to scrub,rub and scour. The attack on the nonchalant human mind starts off almost unknowingly and by the time the juvenile being comprehends the assault- they're up, all around you body, raking up your skin, making pathways, through your hair,squiggling across, like the snakes through the Amazon forests. That's when you begin the battle from scratch!

But you know what they say, 'all's fair in love and war' and war, my friend,it is!. The truth is that we all love to scratch.Beards,head, noses,legs,cheeks,ears...you name it- our prickly nails have been there,time and again and have conquered and re-conquered the invaded land.The war against the wiggly-tiggly enemy can perhaps be paraphrased as 'a fight for freedom'.


It is every man's right to be able to scratch, rub and scrub and thus open up the gates of pleasure to a world whose immenseness can only be imagined. When it comes to scratching an itch, the severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.In fact, I've often felt the need for a couple of more hands- probably projecting out of my back. Well, some of us can afford to employ people to scratch their backs, others like me will have to wait for the forces of nature and theory of evolution to work.
On some occasions - it becomes customary to scratch- almost seen as an indication that the person is thinking. You scratch, rub your nose and fiddle with you eyebrows- Cheez, you are a smart guy."You see that guy, i haven't even seen him twitch his eyebrows, such a dork!"

Then there are people who seem to have gone to war with one single part of their body. Nose scratchers,ear scratchers, scalp scratchers.. darn! the enemy never rests and usually ends with a part of the body bruised up, but then,you know, wars demand sacrifices.

The origins for this scratch virus were seeded probably hundreds of years ago when Adam asked Eve to scratch his back for a minute and Eve refused to do it as she thought it was a gross idea. The Gods up in the heaven cursed Eve to bear sons and daughters who would do nothing all day but keep scratching themselves.
So, whether you are dumb or smart, black, white or brown, atheist or foolish, the yearning for the scrub goes way beyond differences we as humans can comprehend .
So, how many times did you scratch today?

PS: Stop counting, you might just run out of numbers!

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