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Strange Things Happen
By Sheece Sheece
Thursday, July 17, 2003
A strange little tale of the only thing that drives the world. The stomach.
This is a strange tale, strange cause it cannot be true but if it were true then it would really be very strange.
Once upon a time there was a man, a weak, frail looking man, a homeless, weak, frail looking man, a strange, homeless, weak, frail looking man. Strange coz things he did were generally unacceptable but if they were acceptable then it really would be strange. Now you might think you are not getting anywhere with this tale. But believe me you are, strangely.
This man was homeless and hungry. He was hungry because he had not eaten for a week, usually he could go without food for a couple of days and then someone would give him something to eat, there were enough kind-hearted people in the world and there was enough left over food too. But the strange thing was there were enough homeless & hungry people too. This man didn't have a single milligram of fat on his body. I know a lot of women who would want to reach that state, infact I know a lot of men who would want to be like that, strange isn't it? But in any case it would definitely be strange if being hungry after a week he would still have a milligram of fat on his body. There was another strange story I heard of a fat man who died of hunger after 7 days of dieting (read as not eating). Now may be this food thing is all psychological, strange isn't it?
Now this hungry man thought of taking control of his life. Such thot always persisted in him but he was too lazy and probably too weak to put it into action. He did not beg for a living, he had too much of self-pride and too little of self-pity do it, I guess his will power was too much then. But he was intelligent (not cunning coz he was righteous). Now stop and think, this guy is intelligent, has a strong will power, is a good man then why is he in such a state that he is in. Well it's a strange tale isn't it? It's like poetic license, and the poet has democracy to write what he wants to, and I like to call myself a poet. Moreover I am not asking you to believe it. Tighten your seat belts....
There was a space research laboratory in the city he lived, who did work on achieving breakthroughs (related to the extra terrestrial stuff) for the benefit of mankind and for spending a lot of money that could otherwise be spent on feeding the hungry. But as the Goblin thought in one of Saki's stories, 'the church mice are meant to be poor, it's their function', so I feel the hungry are meant to be hungry. Now this space lab or whatever it is called used chimps to conduct their experiments. Chimps coz they were very similar to mankind (in sense of intelligence and looks) and would remain happy eating bananas, their wants in life were little. Now these chimps were dying in the process. They were exposed to harmful stuff and high amount of radiation and they were treated to outer space atmospheres. They were more acquainted with greener surroundings and jumping on trees and they didn't care much for fame, I mean have you heard of the 'first chimp on moon'? Well not Neil Armstrong he was a man or was he?
So the bottom line was it was a sort of exploitation and the animal lovers of the city were protesting it with their might. They were not seen protesting the growth of hunger or poverty in the city or the misdeeds of politicians but they had taken a liking towards animals and dedicated their life to it.
The hungry man was seeing all this, he saw a solution to a problem or at least he thought he could lead the way of change that he would bring to his clan (the hungry and the homeless). The next day he wrote something on his bare chest and stood outside the space lab. His chest read, "WILL GO TO SPACE FOR FOOD". Now is probably a good time to take a break for digesting what you have just heard or the 'irony of indigestion' would be a bit too much.
If his plan worked out the chimps could go back to the trees, the activists could probably take up another issue, the space lab will get specimens closer to real human beings, the hungry and homeless will be fed and homed and the city will be rid of its unwanted population (they will be either in space or in the space lab which was anyways one and the same thing).
A year went by, the hungry man was not hungry anymore (that's probably an understatement) infact he was the first man to land on Mars, a planet considered to be pretty unlandable but the man did it anyways coz he had nothing to lose, except his life or his hunger. Either ways it was not a bad deal and now it seemed it was a great deal.
Now you wont believe me since I said Mars, but it's strange why I said Mars, I could have said the moon.
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