Tuesday, April 03, 2012

The cow sagas - part 3, maternity

Usual background: Once upon a time, there was a milk vendor. He loved the money his customers gave. But he just wished he could make the cows disappear. Ugly messy creatures, who always had to be fed. Why couldn't the milk just appear magically in jugs?

He couldn't understand this whole wasteful concept of CSR . Corporate social responsibility. He was running a business. A dairy to be precise. Why did any social responsibility of any sort have to come on his head? And parental leaves for cows sounded like the worst sort of responsibility to him.

The very idea of keeping a cow's name in his register, while she was off having a calf, and producing no milk for him, sounded like business suicide to him. How was it his headache to know where the next generation of cows come from ?

He was running a business, not a charity. The memory of that meeting kept haunting him. He had set it up to tell all the cows how nice he was to be giving them maternity leave of 3 months. But instead of being grateful, the whole lot of the cows ganged up and started fighting with him, on how they needed more.

More?? The word rang of the Oliver Twist's infamous demand, and ruinous welfare states. He wished the whole world could be just like america, the land of  opportunities, hard work, and no parental leaves.


crypticrow said...

is this all your work? or from somwhere (confused) :D
thoroughly enjoyed every part. want to read more! you rock :D

Tess said...

its all my 'work'. ;) I'm sure there will be more of these round the corner.