We'd once gone to my dad's friend's house, and that's when uncle told up about this goat he'd got for bakra-id. He'd got a nice, white goat, and decided to keep it on the terrace. The goat was well-fed, happy, and full of goatly-goodness.
On id, when uncle went to fetch the goat, he couldn't find it! They found a while later lying atop a car parked on the ground floor. The goat had apparently jumped to its death.
My dad says- Stupid animal... How much did it cost?
Bro says- maybe it decided to suicide and become shaheed, rather than surrender to the butcher.
Me- hahahahaha...
Such was the story of the real shaheed bakri (remember that chapter?).
Saturday, February 9, 2008
The suicidal tendencies of a hollow-horned, ruminant, quadruped mammal.
Put up by Midnight Sun at 10:53:00 PM
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When I checked from my Google Reader page, it showed this post twice... weird, is there a bug or something?
Let the heroic deed of the shaheed bakri inspire bakris of all ages, for generations to come, and may many of them follow in its hoof-steps.
No, I don't remember. Remind me again what it was about. Apparently, well, a shaheed bakri.
Yeah I remember. Sort of. Fought with a fox and had damn tough words, every line on.
Prachi, I'm not very sure that they should follow in the bakri's hoofsteps because all young and energetic bakris would be seen climbing on to the third floor and jumping which is bad because:
1. Falling bakris are harmful to health, just like acid rain.
2. They give you headaches.
3. They stink.
But looking at it positively the leather industry will be happy.
Not to mention the dents they would make on cars.
My point exactly. When Bhagat Singh threw that bomb in the Assembly, he figured if it gave the British headaches and made a few dents in the benches that'd be a good thing.
Shaheed bakri....ha ha ha..
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