IF YOU WORK IN A HONEY FACTORY, YOU ARE BOUND TO LICK YOUR FINGERS





I had fixed a meeting with someone for 5:30 this evening. The gentleman called up last night and said, “Tomorrow will be India-Pakistan match… So?”

“So,” means we both would prefer to watch the match rather than go ahead with the scheduled meeting.

We, finally, decided to go ahead with the meeting… After all, we were to meet just for thirty minutes, you see…

“We are idiots,” I heard someone screaming in one of our groups, late last night, “everything is ‘fixed’.” It was followed by a heated debate… “How it can be?” and “How it can’t be.”

I don’t understand politics or the money game. So, I just kept quiet.

Today morning, in our Tai Chi class, I casually asked Kannan, “Some say this whole India-Pakistan final is ‘set’… What do you think?”

“Quite possible Gerry,” Kannan said it straightaway, “if you work in a honey factory, you are bound to lick your fingers.”

“What is that?” I asked Kannan, “love that analogy.”

“These events have become huge business,” Kannan explained, “It is not about just 22 players out there on or around the field… There are many, many more, some visible and some invisible.”

Kannan went on to tell me about how corruption creeps into every sphere where big money is involved – Government administration, business, sports, education, religion, media, research and even social work. “Look at what is happening at Infosys,” Kannan pointed, “Whatever happened to the founders’ great vision? Corruption cannot be eradicated from human soul… ”

So, are you all ‘set’ to watch the match, today? It is only two hours away… It is better to be ‘idiots’ and enjoy the match, rather than be ‘intellectuals’ or ‘experts’ or ‘detectives’ and spoil the sport…

But, yes, Kannan has a point: “If you work in a honey factory, you are bound to lick your fingers!”


GERALD D’CUNHA


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