| Banta was talking to a man in a bar at Ludhiana. Banta, "Look out there to the field. Do you see that wall? Look how well it's built. I built that wall stone by stone with my own two hands. Piled it for months. But do they call me Banta-the-Wall-Builder? Nooo.." Then Banta gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do you see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by my own aching back. I carved that wood with my own hard labour, for eight days. But do they call me Banta-the-Bar-builder? Nooo..." Then Banta points out the window. "Eh, look out to that beautiful Theatre. I built that with the sweat off my back. But do they call me Banta-the-Theatre-Builder? Nooo..." Then Banta man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying attention. "But you fuck one goat . . . " |