Monday, June 29, 2009

A Children's Tale

The BCCI supporters main argument now seems to be that the four countries were tasked by the ICC to hold the world cup matches and therefore legally (contractually) if PCB cannot hold the matches in Pakistan it should forfeit its rights and a fifth country should not be allowed because of the wording of the contract (Not that anyone has yet seen the contract or whatever document is being used). The BCCI held its IPL tournament in South Africa due to security concerns so why isn't this valid for the PCB? Because they say its contractually so and if the other boards (meaning BCCI) do not wish it so then contractually it cannot be done (again never mind that we have not yet seen this piece of paper).

For the moment let us grant them this position that this line is present in the contract. I would like to tell you a children's story that I wrote and I think would make a fabulous children's book, if I say so myself, with a few nice illustrations. So here we go ...

The Tale of Two Loggers
(Doe Lakrharay: That is the Urdu version)

There were once two loggers Ghatia and Barhia.
They were hired by a log cabin builder, Thali Ka Baingan, to deliver logs to his new cabin site. Ghatia had many yellow trucks and Barhia had a Green truck.
"Deliver the logs in five days in your trucks", said Thali Ka Baingan, "and I will give you each a thousand dollars."
Four days before the delivery Barhia's truck broke down.
He went to his friend Mudadgar and asked him if he could borrow his truck to deliver the logs.
Mudadgar was happy to help Barhia.
When Ghatia found out about this his greedy eyes lit up. He had thought up a way to get Barhia's share of 1000 dollars.
He told Barhia that Thali Ka Baingan had told them to use their trucks. "You cannot use Mudadgar's truck.", said Ghatia, "I will use another one of my trucks and I will rent it to you for eight hundred dollars."
"But what's wrong if I use Mudadgar's Truck?", said Barhia dismayed, "He is not charging me anything."
"No you cannot do that it will cause dilution of concept.", said Ghatia.

Author's aside: At this point in the story invariably some kid gets up and asks, "uncle what is dilution of concept?" Unable to handle the big words it usually comes out sounding something like what George Bush might say: The lotion of constipation. You have to shush the child and tell him he will find out in due course. Ok, back to the story.

"I am going to use Mudadgar's truck and I will let Baingan know that I will arrive in his truck.", said Barhia.

Now Ghatia had already talked with Thali Ka Baingan and told him to tell Barhia to use the Ghatia Truck Company. He threatened Baingan, "I control most of the trucks. If you do not do as I say you will not be able to build another cabin."

Therefore when Barhia came to talk with Baingan he was ready. Said Baingan, "I explicitly said use your trucks. You cannot use anyone else's trucks but we will let you have two hundred dollars for doing nothing."

Barhia was angry and went to the judge. The judge called in everyone and listened to Barhia's complaint. After Barhia had finished the judge said to Thali Ka Baingan, "If Barhia uses Mudadgar's truck will all your logs be delivered on time?"
"Yes.", said Thali Ka Baingan.
The judge then turned to Ghatia and asked, "If Barhia uses Mudadgar's truck would it cut into your original share?"
"No.", said Ghatia.
The judge was perplexed. "So why wouldn't you two let Barhia use Mudadgar's truck."
Thali Ka Baingan kept quiet but Ghatia said, "It will dilute our concept."
"What is that?", asked the judge.
"Well Thali Ka Baingan had specifically stated that we use our trucks. The concept of "our trucks" would be diluted.", said Ghatia.
The judge looked at Thali Ka Baingan and asked him whether he agreed.
Baingan mumbled something about that he had used the words their trucks.
Now kids if you are the judge what do you decide. Do you let Barhia use Mudadgar's truck or would you let Ghatia go forward with his plan?

For the adults who still do not get it they can read that play by Shakespeare which said something about a pound of flesh.

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