Summer Sari Shuttles by Tinker


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The Song Challenge: The Day That Saji's Sari Slipped and Baji's Bobbin Got Buffed . . . India's health minister has banned the use of condoms to lubricate bobbins used in weaving saris. CP Thakur has told parliament sari makers are using condoms to speed up weaving because condom lubricant was also good at stopping yarn from snapping. Mr. Thakur claims the use of so many condoms in the sari industry is affecting India's population control programme. "Instructions have been issued to stop this practice," Mr Thakur said. Mr Thakur says the use of condoms in weaving is causing shortages and instances of unscrupulous government health workers meant to distribute free condoms to contain population instead selling the condoms to sari makers. Workers rub the condoms on bobbins while they make their brocade saris. The industry is using an estimated half a million condoms every day. Each of the 125,000 looms in the city of Varanasi uses an average four condoms per day. It takes nearly 15 condoms to produce one Benarasi sari. The lubricant on the condom smoothens the bobbin and makes it move faster between threads..

Summer Sari Shuttles by Tinker

Tinker's Comments: I can't believe no one has used this one . . . I apologize in advance, but I can't resist

Oh, I am a bachelor; I live all alone
And I work at the weavers trade.
And the only only thing, that I did that was wrong
was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the summertime, and in the winter too
And the only only thing that I did that
Was wrong was to lubricate my loom.

One night she knelt close by my side,
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And then she began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair--
Ah me, what could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms
While the condoms lubricated the loom

Again I am a bachelor; I live with my son,
We work at the weavers trade;
And every single time I look into his eyes
I remember that blue brocade
Upon my loom it wove so true
Shuttles flew both in and out
Twas a sari fair without compare
And I don't know what the fuss is all about