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I look like a starved creature but I really don’t mind. I look like a skeleton slightly skinned, I don’t mind. I look so thin not fed for days but I don’t mind. I look quite unhealthy but you guessed it right I don’t mind. People looked at me like as if I was infected by one of those top-notch diseases that’ll see to that nothing stays in your body except of course your organs, it wasn’t true so I didn’t mind. I did mind some time back… You wont grow fat eating food like a pig. Body appearance depends on individual’s metabolism, the genetic traits and so on, but I was keen on one thing- to grow fat, at least don’t look out of sorts in the midst of people. And what lot of advises people give for free- ‘to put on weight in so many days’. They do that for the ones who are fat too –to slim down in so and so days. So all I did when I had time was eat eat and eat. Didn’t care to see whether it was good or healthy. Followed people’s so called advises. Nothing worked. So I got into this bad habit of eating things from outside when I was all- alone. Mostly junkies. I used to order quite a bit of items. But it seemed like the enthusiasm and appetite left me as soon as I started eating. So all I did was pay the bill for food I rarely finished. It was one of those freaky Sundays when I had the whole day all to myself. I did what I liked the most eat sleep and then eat again. That evening I decided to have a party all to myself. Have dinner in a posh hotel- a menu that would include dishes with lots of steaming fats. I loaded my purse, wore a pant that didn’t stand on my hips cause I needed an indicator to analyze whether my stomach was full or not. Silly me in full form… I wanted to make up the occasion to the fullest. I had to make sure I ate the fullest of dinners. So what I did was, walked a lot on familiar territories near my house, jogged a little, ran a bit. Exercise improved my appetite, not much but just about enough to eat more and waste considerably lesser. I had already decided the place where I was going to feast myself on, but human mind are never made up until the last movement. It is bound to change as the options become too choosey. Mostly decisions are done on an impulse. That’s what happened to me. I saw a new restaurant. ”HAVE YOUR FILL”. Seemed like a very interesting name to a place to fill your stomach. It wasn’t appealing by appearance but the lighting from inside drew me in. it wasn’t too dim wasn’t too bright. I couldn’t see what was inside but was curious to know how it would look. I was drawn to the door like an insect drawn towards light. Drawn to the place like a predator towards its prey. Before touching the door I had a good look at it. The wooden door looked polished but carried a touch of authentic beauty. I was impressed. I felt the wood in my hand before turning the golden knob of the door. My eye took time to adjust in the not so bright inner. The room was lit up with candlelights. There was just a single table and chair on the center of the room and nothing else. I thought they must have closed early for the day was about to leave when I heard a voice Please take your seat I wasn’t even sure I heard it, but the words were repeated again. Please take your seat I searched for speakers both human and man-made, there weren’t any? So how the hell I was able to hear such crystal clear instructions. I felt fear just like any other normal human but some where in my mind I felt the need to explore, the joy of discovering something extraordinary. I walked unsteadily into the middle of the room. The table was made of the same wood the door was made. Brilliant discovery. The chair was cushioned and as I sat on it I felt like there wasn’t any other chair in the world that could offer a man such luxury of comfort. Comfort at what cost I wanted to know. Good evening sir may I take your order Oh my god, I thought. The voice I heard came from inside my head. Realization of it got me into complete astonished blankness in fear. It took me quite some time to recover to my own abnormal self. And this time around fear and other negative horrifying emotions were beginning to creep into me. But something brought it all down… What would you like to eat? Shall I offer you our special starters? Suddenly the emotion called hunger burst on me and I began thinking what to eat rather then pissing myself because some idiot was trying a new way to promote his hotel and it looked like I was the first person to drop in. scientific advancement at its peak. May as well enjoy it. With these thought in mind I began thinking where to begin with, but first I thought some thing was not quite right about the restaurant. They didn’t give me the menu card. Sir you don’t bother about the menu. We serve all the dishes in the world and since we are in the promotional phase we would like you to give us a feedback. That would be our payment. Wow I thought. This must be a dream. First I enter a new restaurant that has no one inside. Next it communicates all by itself into my brain –telepathy. It answers questions I don’t have to ask. And all I have to do is eat all the food I can and pay nothing. Can it get better than this even in the most wonderful dreams? There is one condition more sir. Ah ha… I knew there would be a catch in the deal. If at all there is wastage of food you order, you have to bear the consequences of facing a penalty for it. And you too shall bear the consequences if the food isn’t good. I replied in my mind. If he was trying to be funny so can I. Do not forget what I have told you sir. Bring me the food. We’ll talk about this stupidity later. I shouted silently, at the invisible waiter. I was increasingly getting irritated of him mind reading me. Just get me the food, I shouted just to prove that I wasn’t a costumer who took time for granted. I started ordering food in my mind. Tomato soup and mushroom soup for starters with finger chips. Nan with 4 side dishes( aloo Manchurian, paneer butter masala, malai kofta, and vegetable kurma). Kashmiri pulav, curd rice American chopsy Chola puri Noddles And for deserts I ordered chocolate brownie, apple pie, custard, black forest. I knew I would never finish all these stuffs but I imagined tasting a bit of everything would make me a satisfied man indeed. After all the food was free wasn’t it? Dishes came flying all around the room and landed on the table. I should have fainted to see such things appearing from nowhere. But my so-called greed and hunger suppressed logic. All I did was started eating with both my hands and would have done better if I had two pairs of them more. If I don’t tell you how the food was you wont forgive me. Believe me I had never tasted better food in my life. Before finishing my all time favorite ones that I ordered I desperately and madly ordered some of the dishes that tasted too good to resist. Food melted in my tongue. Then I began loosening my pant as I was felt it getting too tight. I was growing fat. I felt I had eaten beyond limits but a lot of dishes still remained on my table. As usual I was going to waste food. I felt a little guilty that I was about to do that even after I was warned not to do so. I began feeling very lethargic and rested myself on the comfy couch. I began slowing down my intake process. I stopped eating after sometime. I needed to wash my hand but looked at the table that had a lot of leftovers. Why the hell did I order this much and eat this little. Is that all? You are going to waste all that is in the table I did not know what to say. The voice had lost the respect it had showed earlier. It was kind of rougher and very impolite. Yep that is all I can eat, I replied through my head, a little ashamed and afraid. You have to pay the penalty for committing the crime. Now I was angry. Who does he think he is to punish a civilian under the jurisdiction of the law? You have no rights to punish me you crackpot. I know people in top positions. You know what, I can even close down your hotel if I want. How dare you say you are going to penalize me? I was shouting my head of in anger I wanted to take advantage of the situation. When I calmed down the voice came out for the last time You’ll face the consequences. You are free to go. I really didn’t understand what the voice meant. But as soon as I realized I could go I left the place in a hurry. Something about what it told me in the end was giving me the creeps. The food had been too good and that to for free was like a fairyland tale. But this so called punishment was the only sick point of the wonderful night I had. Coming out of the restaurant it took me sometime before my adrenalin started pumping properly. I came home sweating because I had jogged myself out of that spooky place. I was dead tired. All alone in my house I felt a bit insecure for the first time in my life. I locked myself inside the bedroom and decided to sleep to return back to normal. One thing I decided before closing my eyes- however tempting it might be I will never enter the place again. My growling stomach woke me the early next morning. Then started a terrible sensation inside it that led me to the bathroom. Something started coming out of my throat. I vomited. I vomited everything I had eaten yesterday evening. I was surprised, astonished and disgusted. I should have digested everything by now but I had vomited the food that was not even partially digested. The food I vomited came directly from my stomach, the way it must have gone through my food pipe after I had chewed and swallowed it. There ends the matter. Is this what happens to people who eat food for free? Anyway now I am free from bondage. Bondage that I carried from my strange evening encounter. That is what I thought until… I was terribly hungry after empting my stomach completely. I decided to have breakfast –bread, jam and lots of butter. I prepared toasts of bread slices and spread liberal amount of jam and butter on it. And then sat in front of the TV and eat the sandwich. I ate it with a lot of relish. As I was licking my hand of the jam and butter I felt a tinge in my stomach. Something was making my stomach do a hip hop before I did the emptying everything on the sofa I was sitting. The bread, jam, butter and all. Now I was in no doubt that I was having a problem. That all day I tried eating, drinking nothing was possible. Even a glass of water couldn’t remain in my stomach for a long time. I planned going to the doctor then realized something that made me tremble with fear. Was I cursed yesterday? Is this the punishment I had been bestowed with for such a petty crime I had committed? The more I thought about it, I convinced myself that this is how I am going to die. When too many things bundle together and burden the human mind the net result would be only one thing fall sick. That’s what happened to me. And it had been quite some time since I ate something so I was too weak even to call up home. That night a friend of mine came home saw my plight and called the ambulance. Now I am at the hospital. I live only on drips. Doctors are yet to find out what the problem is. I asked my friend to check out the restaurant I had eaten the other day. I knew what he would say- that there was no such restaurant in that area. The last ounce of strength I had has gone into writing this last memory of mine. I have realized the mistake I have committed and am hoping to set things right if at all I get better. Food is something that you require to survive and wasting it is a crime that has to be set right. Small children have to be inculcated with a good quality of eating healthy and without wasting. Good foods still a luxury to many in the world. There are still people dying of hunger in parts of Africa and India and I was obsessed on growing fat eating and wasting precious food like a glutton. Last of all love and relish what you eat but don’t eat food because you like a particular dish more than the other. Remember the saying “if you eat something beyond limit even amurtham(nectar that makes you immortal) will turn into poison”. CAUTION: if at all you find a place to eat make sure you eat your fill without wastage or else you know what is going to happen.

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