the train man

here i was sitting on my berth at 9 'o clock in the evening aboard the bhopal express. below me sat three of the most talkative people i have ever had the misfortune of meeting. it was still a quarter of an hour for the train to pull out of the station. one of the men noticed a hawker peddling pillows - the kind that is blown in to and plugged thereof. on his hands a few chains were dangling too. and a few locks poked their faces from the boxes. this boor asked the poor peddler is he had in that collection of his a pillow that would blow itself and empty itself?

and at that snide comment the three of them snickered. and one of them commented...it was so advanced a technology that it was japanese made only. and that he wanted only the original. the other equally arrogant a fool sneered that probably the hawker did not expect them to know about the technology to which the hawker calmly replied. that there was a pillow that was suitable for them all. he gave them a blown up pillow. he said it need not be blown into and if and when required to deflate the pin had to be pulled. that shut them up till they finished their dinner and the sweet lassi provided in the train. and the hawker had been left far behind..