Yeah death features prominently in one more post after the
previous one.
This time, the gentleman who died peacefully in a coma -
while the care givers stood aside wringing their hands in frustration, confusion
and consternation - was claiming his right to be buried in the church grounds.
But for that, first his body had to be released from the mortuary where it was
lying in state (quite a pathetic one at that) after the post mortem.
The gentleman’s brother was on his way to the mortuary to
transport him to his final resting place. Then he received this call “Mr. V, someone
has untied your calves from their peg and they are not to be found since
morning”
“Bloody m*#*#* f*#*##s”, Mr. V cried.
The 4 calves were one
of the precious investments from his meager income. These calves would be left
to wander around his house (and his neighbours’ too) eating whatever and
whenever they wanted (thus saving precious money on cattle feed). In a month’s
time, they would have blossomed (?!?) into young, meaty bulls who would then be
sold to prospective buyers/ butchers. While the calves where inexpensive to
buy, the grown bulls were highly priced and would have earned him a handsome
amount. While the calves were left to satisfy their wanderlust in the day time,
at night, one calf was tethered to a peg anywhere on the grounds of the house.
As if taking the cue, the remaining calves would automatically go into a huddle
around this tethered calf and stay put for the night. In short, there was no
need to chase and tether each calf independently, thanks to their herd
mentality.
On this not-so-very-fine morning, some miscreant overcome
with jealousy at Mr. V’s potential prosperity in the near future, had let loose
the one calf which was tethered. The net result was that all the 4 calves had
run off in 4 different directions, making Mr.V rush home spewing the choicest
expletives. His brother could wait; after all, the dead were dead and they can
comfortably bide their time, but the living were condemned to running around to
make ends meet and feed mouths and had no time to waste.
Thus Mr. V deputed a few of his friends to escort his
brother to the cemetery while he set about to chase his runaway calves. These new
set of gentlemen, down on their luck (& finances) presented their blank
looks and empty pockets to the morgue attendant who demanded money to give our
original GentleMan a fresh makeover with a new set of clothes. These gentlemen
now waited, sharing their cup of woes with each other while Mr. V went about chasing
his calves. Finally, when the 4 legged lads were all tied up together, Mr. V
turned up to redeem his brother from the cold confines of the freezer and take
him to the hallowed grounds of the church cemetery for the customary RIP.
*** THE END (pun intended) ***
