My colleague was not exactly in his best of humour when I greeted: “Hi lion, how you doing?”
“Why did you call me lion?” he snapped back.
“Boss, the King of Jungle is a symbol of power and courage.” I replied.
“It is a miserable beast man. Even a family dog stays in AC rooms and sleeps on sofa sets. Will your king ever have the guts to come out of the jungle and enter that sprawling mall on the opposite road? He will be captured and made to salute audiences in a circus.”
I stood stunned. He continued.
“While dogs at home are fed high quality meat, your king is busy looking for a buffalo to slap from behind and grab as grub. You call this bravery?
I struggled to control my laughter.
But the beast does have some self-respect, he said as a matter of consolation.
“A man slapped a lion with a shoe and the animal died instantly.”
“My God. Was it such a powerful shot?”
“No, his false ego that he’s king of jungle and now slapped with a shoe. The animal died of shame.”