Tuesday, January 25, 2005

The Obedient Son
Long time ago a little boy (ahem ahem) was sitting with his mom, playing with his He-Man toy set.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" the mom asked.

"I wanna be a rickshaw (a hand pulled vehicle found in Kolkata, India) puller."

"What? Why?" the surprised mom asked.

"They have good muscles. I will buy a rickshaw and take you around town."

"No. You be an engineer. They have good muscles too."

The little boy thought for a while and said "OK". That's how it all started.

I am glad it all worked out well for you.
me? :)
worked out well? really? how come i don't know abt it :O
"In any Far Eastern town there are rickshaw pullers by the hundred, black wretches weighing eight stone, clad in loin-cloths. Some of them are diseased; some of them are fifty years old. For miles on end they trot in the sun or rain, head down, dragging at the shafts, with the sweat dripping from their grey moustaches. When they go too slowly the passenger calls them bahinchut"
George Orwell
aha - i guess mom was right - rickshaw pulling was surely not a good idea.
If you were a rickshaw puller, I'd never have taken you with me to an O'Brien quiz. maddeningcrowd.blogspot.
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