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ENGINE TROUBLE
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R.K. Narayan
There came down to our town some years ago (said the Talkative Man) a showman owning an institution called the Gaiety Land. Overnight our Gymkhana Ground became resplendent with banners and streamers and coloured lamps. From all over the district crowds poured into the show. Within a week of opening, in gate money alone they collected nearly five hundred rupees a day. Gaiety Land provided us with all sorts of fun and gambling and side-shows. For a couple of annas in each booth we could watch anything from performing parrots to crack motor-cyclists looping the loop in the Dome of Death. In addition to this there were lotteries and shooting galleries where for an anna you always stood a chance of winning a hundred rupees. There was a particular corner of the show which was in great favour. Here for a ticket costing eight annas you stood a chance of acquiring a variety of articles-pincushions, sewing machines, cameras or even a road-engine. On one evening they drew a ticket number 1005, and I happened to own the other half of the ticket. Glancing down the list of articles they declared that I became the owner of the road-
engine..! Don’t ask me how a road
-engine came to be included among the prizes. It is more than I can tell you. I looked stunned. People gathered around and gazed at me as if I were some curious animal.
‘Fancy anyone becoming the owner of a road
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engine..!’ Some persons muttered and giggled.
It was not the sort of prize one could carry home at short notice. I asked the showman if he would help me to transport it. He merely pointed at a notice which decreed that all winners should remove the prizes immediately on drawing and by their own effort. However, they had to make an exception in my case. They agreed to keep the engine on the Gymkhana Grounds till the end of their season and then I would have to makeagreed to keep the engine on the Gymkhana Grounds till the end of their season and then I would have to make my own arrangements to take it out. When I
asked the showman if he could find me a driver he just smiled: ‘The fellow who brought it here
had to be paid a hundred rupees for the job and five rupees a day. I sent him away and made up my mind that if no one was going to draw it, I would just leave it to its fate. I got it down just as
a novelty for the show. God..! What a bother it has proved..!’
‘Can’t I sell it to some municipality..?’ I asked innocently. He burst into a laugh. ‘As a showman
I have enough troubles with the municipal people. I would rather keep out of their way. My friends and well-wishers poured in to congratulate me on my latest acquisition. No one knew precisely how much a road-engine would fetch; all the same they felt that there was a lot of
money it it. ‘Even if you sell it as scrap
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iron you can make a few thousands’, some of my friends
declared. Every day I made a trip to the Gymkhana.
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