“Kangaroo fart can ease global warming.” – Reading this news was a pleasant surprise for me on a sunny Saturday morning! The news went on, “Australian scientists are trying to give Kangaroo-style stomachs to cattle and sheep in a bid to cut greenhouse gas emission blamed for global warming”. This was good enough dose for my ears to transmit this alarming idea to my stomach back to my mind and finally to eyes, which were now shining.
“Thanks to special bacteria in their stomachs, kangaroo flatulence contains no methane and scientists want to transfer those bacteria to cattle and sheep”, ooh…. This was not the news I thought it to be. It’s related to some nonsense gas which these nerds produce herds. Still I went on for the sake of getting news to talk about in office. And this deliberate move of mine proved to be a great idea to get me my first patent because it was, “Sheep and cattle produce large amounts of the harmful gases, about fourteen percent of emissions from all sources in
“This is amazing. Complete genius.” – These were the words that I wanted to listen since ever! It was my greatest dream to listen laurels from all rounds for myself. Since school days I was singing even with soar throats, was bringing tea to teachers, posting private letters of my boss, just to listen these words. And now, when that rarest of rare idea was in my mind, my eyes started flowing. Through the narrow canal, which my cheeks have created in close association with my nose, ran the spring water of my life forming a delta just above my wide smile, which was flourished with thick bamboo-jungle like moustache.
It was me. The great me. An idea made man. Who else could have got this unique idea of……..of getting those bacteria from cattle and sheep’s stomachs to…..our stomachs!! Wow! What an idea sharma! Alone
Who else but an Indian can have such brilliant thought? Only a person with hundred crore brothers and sisters can think such big things. Even Australians can’t compete with us this time. ‘Our farts will rock the whole world now’, I was thinking with a wide smile, ‘...But just’, I became serious now, “
“Khao aur udao, pradushan door bhagao”
‘Nobel or Padm Shree?’ I got confused over this. I knew that they all will fight to award me first. But it would be difficult for me chose. Bush will come in Boeing to take me for Nobel. ‘But I am an Indian first and so I will go for Padm Shree first’, I concluded. How emotional it would be for my mother, who always watches the Independence Day parade on television, to see the parade live with VIP passes and free breakfast.
But there was a practical problem now. These are the last days of month. All friends will demand for a party. And obviously I can’t deny them this time when I’ll get all the rewards and awards of the world. ‘Hmmm, so I’ll tell them the next month’, I got a solution.
