On a very fine August day in the small room filled with gallery lights but no painting, a conversation was struck.
“If you were drunk, would you choose a bike or a horse to travel on?” asked a boy.
“Of course a horse,” said a girl.
“I would choose a bike. Horses are dangerous,” said a second boy.
“But horses have will. Bikes don’t. It’s not like the horse will ram itself into a car,” said the girl.
“That’s precisely why they are dangerous. They will save their own lives but they won’t care about yours if they come across a potential disaster,” said the boy.
There was silence in the room. But only for a while.
The girl spoke next.
“Would you ride a drunken horse sober?”
And the conversation went on and on ad infinitum and that was the modus operandi of the institution.
Ishan Mainali 