Udta House (House flies)

Houseflies have come in. They have settled down all around the living room. They have dipped their mouths in tea. They have announced tea was good. I am happy we were of good service to them. I implore some of them to read the Times of India that's come in and lying forlorn on the center table. Even they refuse to read that rag. Understandable. I ask them if they would like to watch a movie or something on the television. They hum, fly around and generally have a laugh at my expense. "What's on TV these days?" They ask. I say "Transformers". They say, "It's copied from our lifestyle.". I didn't know that. They seem to know more. "Suryavansham?", I ask. They laugh very loudly. The neighborhood infant wakes up and starts crying at their humming laughs. Of course, I ditch the Suryavansham idea. Finally, I say. "Guys, please don't sit on my food, okay? You've arrived straight from the sewage treatment plant probably. I can only request. Anything else, you will tweet and someone will throw me out of a job or out of the country. So, please!" They hoot with laughter. They swarm around my head. They sing: Saj gayo Gori Teri Amma chunar gotey mein! I feel ineffective and useless. They own my apartment now.