Have you ever noticed the life and times of the pumpkin? It barely goes noticed. The Indian Pumpkin is bred in captivity so that one day it may grow up and be whacked against a stone slab for no fault of his. Year after year Mama Pumpkin and Papa Pumpkin lie through their tails when they promise a youngling of a bight future as a house-warming model. Little do they know that their fate lies mischievously predetermined by wily humans, who after months of deliberation have concluded and set in motion a set of norms which states thus:
“Any form of offering to the Big Guy on occasions such as Vehicle Puja shall compulsorily include a Pumpkin from a well groomed family and such a pumpkin so chosen for the purpose shall, at the end of the prayers be ceremoniously smashed against a hard object for kicks. Individuals may also optionally pump colors or money into the pumpkin before the act.”
Humans have considered the above to the verses of the Big Guy himself and have patted their backs for coming up with that rumour. It makes no sense to the pumpkins, however, and most of them die a very confused death figuring out what the words “smash him” meant.
