Let me go, I will miss my bus

Alt. title : It's hard to be a winner

This is not about the BEST. Its about something altogether different.

A friend of the two rivers was here some time back and was narrating this story. He had been some time back to a dargah in Aurangabad. Now it seems that its a renowned place for people to make their wishes - they apparently come true. (At this moment our river blurted out, maybe in support for ones religon - Why go to the dargah - you should visit Siddhivinayak. Wishes come true thereafter too. Anyway, this is beside the point). Coming back to our dargha - it seems that theres some kind of chaadar there - and from the first floor you are supposed to chuck coins onto it ( a money making activity no doubt - even running a dargah is some kind of business enterprise) . A moon has been drawn on this chaadar. If your coin lands on this moon - you are truly great.

Now our visitor friend also chucked his coin and lo - it found the moon. Bulls Eye. Soon, the mullahs and mians were all over him - proclaiming him as Allahs man and what not. Initially our friend was overjoyed and enjoyed the importance being showered on him. But soon he realised that they would not let him go. He was a celebrity. He started becoming nervous. He soon had to say - "Bhai, mere ko jaane do - mere ko kuch nahi mangta. Meri bus choot jayegi."

With lots of diffculty he was able to flee.

(Its hard to be a winner, just as it is for losers).