Once there was a man so innocent and naive that he could believe almost anything. He was from a very remote and rural village and had no link with the outside world what so ever. One day he decided to travel out of his village to a neighbouring metropolitan city. He had to take a bus ride of six hours to reach the nearby town from where he takes a train journey to reach his destination.

He waits on the bus stand all lonely and with a bundle in his hands. The bus comes and he gets in. It was a very crowded bus, and there was no seat available. He somehow manages to sit adjacent to the driver, on the floor.

This was completely a new experience he watched the scenery’s that passed by and most importantly he watched the bus driver and his manoeuvring of the vehicle. The way he handles the gear, the turning of the steering wheel and the random foot works with the pedals. They reach a stop and the bus driver takes a break for five minutes, he gets out for some fresh air. When he gets back to the bus he was stunned to see the gear missing. 

The naive villager calls the driver and says “here sir, you were trying so hard to pull this thing off, I decided to help and pull it off for you myself, and here you go”. And he hands him the gear, completely ripped apart from its place.