Pig
I don't know how to introduce this. Anyway, why don't you just read on?
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§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:36):
anyway, there was once a dog named boo
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:39):
did u 4get to signoff or something?
SagYer! says (00:40):
no no
SagYer! says (00:40):
yeah..... me n u n a dog named boo
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):
no
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):
not me
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):
and not u
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):
just the dog named boo
SagYer! says (00:41):
ok.... and what did he do?
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:41):
barked
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):
except nothing significant came out of his bark
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):
it was more like a baa
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):
the rk never made it
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):
hence they used to call him boobaa
SagYer! says (00:42):
oh.. so was it the outcome of a cross with a sheep?
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):
not really
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:43):
then it'd be a sheep-dog
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:43):
and mary would have major migranes
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:43):
migraines, I mean
SagYer! says (00:44):
mary had enough migraines with that lamb
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):
yes, it's a pity
SagYer! says (00:44):
but the doctor was surely amazed
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):
if only she'd find a frog instead
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):
or the mid wife
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):
we won't know
SagYer! says (00:44):
or had reallly long hair
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):
I never really understood
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):
what was the piggy doing on the railway line
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):
they don't xactly pick up stones
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):
not their natural behaviour
SagYer! says (00:45):
true
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):
maybe he was under the influence of booze
SagYer! says (00:46):
still. why would it pick stones?
SagYer! says (00:46):
that too at the railway line?
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:46):
it's answerable, if we put on our boots, and turn to mr. watson and mr. holmes
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:46):
pig sty had no stones
SagYer! says (00:46):
that would be just physical though
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:46):
so he went to the railway line
SagYer! says (00:47):
unless we invoke their spirits into us oc
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
because as a child
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
he was told
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
when u want stones, the railway line is the place to go
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
and then his peers forced him
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
to drink
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
and he had never drunk before
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
and when he did
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
he did not know how he shud feel
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):
so he thought, why not pick up some stones?
SagYer! says (00:47):
or prolly he did that just so that ppl would create a nursery rhyme out of it
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
naaa, that's too straight forwar
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
and I don't think he'd have that kind of intelligence
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
it's not a dolphin
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
or a mouse
SagYer! says (00:48):
mouse?
SagYer! says (00:48):
h2g2?
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
why not?
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
if a pig was asked the answer
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):
he'd prolly reply 2
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
because they never really learn to count
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
beyond 2
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
of course, he could reply 1
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
but then that would be too cliched
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
since he already uses 1 a lot
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
but that has strange consequences
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):
they can never count if they have all their legs
SagYer! says (00:50):
i pig can count....
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):
so they go one, two, then one, two again
SagYer! says (00:50):
but it would be in unary i guess
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):
so they have two two legs
SagYer! says (00:50):
no... it would be 1 1 1 1 1 1
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):
it's quite simplified for them
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):
six ones?
SagYer! says (00:50):
then it would be 1 1
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):
I don't think I get that
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):
plus so many ones would be difficult to count
SagYer! says (00:51):
well a pig won't really count all that much u know
SagYer! says (00:51):
n besides its unary
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):
no, if he were to count his legs in unary, it's gonna take four unary counts
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):
and they won't know four
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):
so that's quite a problem I tell you
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
actually, all of this is making my head spin
SagYer! says (00:52):
the concept of four won't really exist in unary for a pig
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
poor pig
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
he must have felt the same
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
and probably instead of heading to the nearest dump
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
he went to the railway line
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
and saw the stones
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
and he must have gone all hyper
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
seeing them for the first time
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):
all the folktales about stones
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
all the mom's stories
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
all came flooding back, flashing by
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
totally mesmerized
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
and choo choo came along the train
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
but he would not...
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
rather
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
could not move
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
he was stuck
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):
the stones made him do that
SagYer! says (00:54):
thats the rhyme? i dun know the rhyme actually
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):
how can u not know the rhyme?
SagYer! says (00:54):
whats it called?
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):
piggy on the railway line, picking up stones, down came the engine and broke piggy's bones
SagYer! says (00:54):
really?
SagYer! says (00:54):
din know
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):
ah said the piggy, that's not fair. oh said the engine driver, I don't care
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):
now that's really strange
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):
what was the engine doing all alone on the railway track
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):
the driver must be drunk as well
SagYer! says (00:55):
ha ha
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):
taking the engine on a joy ride
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):
maybe the pig and the driver hooked up later on
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):
naaaa... don't think that happened tho
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):
they were very rude to each other in their conversation
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):
so that can't be happening
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
meanwhile no1 ever asked the engine what it wanted to do
SagYer! says (00:56):
hooked up? the poor piggy has broken bones
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
poor thing must have suffered some damage at the very least
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
but no
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
the evil engine driver would not stoop
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
er, stop
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
chugged the engine on and on
SagYer! says (00:56):
u never know
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):
into another nursery rhyme
SagYer! says (00:56):
he might've slammed the brakes
SagYer! says (00:57):
but he wasn't quick enough
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):
hmmm
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):
that's the worst part about rhymes
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):
they keep all the juicy details away from u
§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):
cheating

9 Comments:
At 3/29/2006 11:38:00 AM,
Hrishikesh said…
I almost forgot to add:
NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE POSTING OF THIS CONVERSATION.
At 3/29/2006 07:11:00 PM,
Akshat Kumar said…
the disordered musings of two ravaged minds....:)
At 3/29/2006 08:27:00 PM,
Haridas Dave said…
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Thank you Hrishikesh, for giving me my much needed sleep !!!!
At 3/29/2006 10:02:00 PM,
Varun Rajkumar said…
I thought only one of u needed counselling before this....
Now you both need it...
At 3/29/2006 10:15:00 PM,
Nadeem Mohsin said…
This might be a good time to mention that pigs are about five times smarter than dogs, and since dogs can count to at least 2, pigs can obviously count to 10...
At 3/30/2006 04:30:00 AM,
SRIDHAR NARAYANAN said…
I just can't believe that the pig just said, "its not fair" after having broken its bones, and the the driver cares to reply, "i don't care".
Now the important question is what did the pig mean by thats not fair?
At 3/30/2006 04:48:00 AM,
Hrishikesh said…
That depends on what the pig really wanted to do...
If it was planning to commit suicide, then the broken bones are definitely not fair... And the whole story will change, and the engine driver may actually emerge as a hero for not killing the poor pig.
So, it depends.
At 3/30/2006 11:42:00 AM,
SRIDHAR NARAYANAN said…
See according to the poem the piggy was only picking up stones.
Now why would it do that if it wanted to commit suicide?
Your answer isn't convincing.
The point being that the pig can say that its not fair, only if it has seen some similar example which it found fair enough.
At 3/30/2006 12:41:00 PM,
Hrishikesh said…
What is wrong with you? Still sticking to that stupid little rhyme?
The rhyme could be a fake cover up for the suicide... You never know what goes on in the head of poets and the like.
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