This reminds me of relationship between a choudhary and marassi
Paish e khidmat hai..
Long time ago, there was a village. The village chaudhary, (and also the number-dar) had just died. When that news reached a low cast, low-life marassi, he went to an old man to inquire about something.
“Who would be the new number-dar?” asks marassi.
“The son of the chaudhary, of course,” said the old man quickly.
The marassi thought for a few seconds and then asked again, “What if his son dies too?”
The old man rolled his eyes and stares at the marassi with a surprised look, “Well, the chaudhary has no other son, so I guess, chaudhary’s brother would assume the post.”
The marassi stayed silent for two more minutes and then hesitantly asked, “And, what if he dies too?”
The old man looked at the marassi with a mix of contempt and pity and replied, “Even if the whole village dies, you still wouldn't become the number-dar.”