Sunday, February 15, 2009

Hare Ram!

The day was peaceful for the shepherd, for he had worries none. He thought nothing could go wrong. He gave a friendly pat to his donkey to run his mill, so he could produce something for the day. The donkey refused to budge. He tried asking her why. No answer. He cursed God.

The shepherd couldn’t help but think that God had other plans. But, he wouldn’t let that interfere. Thankful that he had a sense more than the herd, he lured the donkey to the park so the animal could have some fresh air grazing.

I’m smarter than you, ol’ donkey. Ha!

Having succeeded in his first act, the shepherd took out his beedi and smoked in peace till he saw a group of men approaching him. They were clad in white, had long hair that was more an oil repository and a forehead that had a dump of kumkum that a tanker in the near vicinity speeding at a 100km/hr would stop before a mile's measure.

What now?

Men: Oi! What are you doing here??
Shepherd: The usual. What’s your business in it?
Men: Whose donkey is that?
Shepherd (gleaming with pride): She’s mine.
Men: She, eh?

Yeah, wisecrack. Don’t you see the distinctive factor?

Men: What are you doing out here, Today?
Shepherd: What sort of a question is this? She was down, so I brought her here for a stroll.
Group head to other men: Heard that?
Group Head: Now, you are going to do as we say. Alright? We have the police with us, if you resist.

Seeing the group manhandling the donkey…

Shepherd: Leave her alone! What did she do!?
Head: Yeah, in a minute.

The man bent down near the donkey and caught hold of one of its legs and handed it a rakhi.

The shepherd cursed himself for cursing God. The Lord works in mysterious ways. He, now, found it difficult to identify which his donkey was, among the group. So he waited. In fact, prayed.

Hare Ram!

The donkey trampled the head hard so he would think more than twice to even take a piss, let alone do anything more. Then she looked at her master with fond eyes.

I’m braver than you, ol’ Man! Ha!

Having distinguished his donkey from the others by its portrayal of sensible courage, the shepherd rode the donkey home and gave her the rest of the day off. The head lay in the park with his clothing torn exposing the pink undergarment that he wore..


8 comments:

Vivek said...

Bending down to tie the rakhi wouldn't the guys be more worried about getting pissed on rather than getting pissed off?
:D
No pink underwear gifts ??

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

@Vivek
Do you think that would have made a difference to the numb-skulls?? :D
Whats with the question?? refer the last line.

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Lol! Now I know who molested the Donkey! It was Muthalik the serial donkey molester!

;) Thanks for the linsert (Link insert) Appreciate it!

Rakesh Vanamali said...

And hey....good theme!

Chiju said...

actually... those who want to get married without the cost of even paying the pundit/purohit.. they could use the option... :)

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

@Rakesh
ha ha ha :) Please dont mention it. It was needed for my story :)
And thanks again, for appreciating my theme

@Chiju
The rate at which the economy is going down.. hmmm.. seems like a good option

sid said...

I not sure who u trin ta dwn grade here...r da molestors a bunch o idiots goin aroun lookin cool in pink chaddis or r da rest o da ppl donkeys???hmmm...nw im really startin ta get confused..

id say both r rite...

Vibushan Lakshminarayan said...

@Sid
This is quite a dependent post. If you had visited the link that I had given, you'd have known :D