Hawking in the streets has, of late, become a little too much. It seems impossible to concentrate on any study or writing at home, particularly if one's window looks over a street. Even if one retires to the back of the house one may not be saved since the hawker seems to set the pitch of his voice on the basis that you should be searched out and pierced through and through even if you are hiding in the innermost recess of the house. At the moment I am writing this I see and hear two plantain sellers coming on each other's heels, almost trying to bark each other out of existence. King Vikramaditya was just and fair ruler of the kingdom of Ujjain. Besides his administrative duties he would also go in disguise to check on his citizens. One day he said to his servant, "Be ready tonight. I would like to see for myself whether my subjects are safe or not. I wish to inspect areas outside the walls of the city." It was decided by the King that he himself would play the role of a servant. Only one servant was allowed to accompany the king. This servant would play the role of the king. Both Algu and Sahu stated their cases. they were cross-examined and the case was considered deeply. Then Jumman stood up and announced "It is our opinion that Sahu should pay Algu the price of the bullock. When Sahu bought the bullock, it suffered from no disability or disease. The death of the bullock was unfortunate but Algu cannot be blamed for it." Algu could not contain his feelings. He stood up and said loudly over and over again,"Victory to the Panchayat. This is justice. God lives in the voice of the Panch."