Ohk..I really hope that CCD(Cafe Coffee Day) doesn't sue me for using the name of a dessert that fetches them crazy bucks across the country & that to in an article which exactly isn't complementing the marvel fo their bakery..CALL US MAD MEN..m nt SPARTAN,m just another girl but with a whacky touch to the aforesaid.
All my life i have thought that when a person dies,doing absolutely anything with the corpse is a misuse of the limited resources of materials that we have on EARTH.(don't give up on my article yet,it bears significance to its title and you'll find it soon enough.)
Whether be it burying the body which includes the consumption of land pretty much, a plot that is signed off to that person as long as earth exists,though it has the positive emotional touch to the same that u can come back to that place and feel the connection,feel that the person is as close to you as they had always been.But on the other hand, with increasing population in today's world we cannot sacrifice such graves cause we need more space for the living than the dead.
Even when you cremate the corpse,you are using up fuel,fire,wood and many such other limited resources, and eventually ending in adding to the pollution which is anyway exponentially increasing.
So, in a crazy fit and outburst of ideas it hit me, when man dies if the person turns to chocolate then they can be consumed and further consumption of resources is put a stop to.
Now,when i came down to this mad idea,what didn't strike me is the finer gross details of my mad imagination which were very nicely briefed to me by my beloved friends.
When i said turn to chocolate,i meant chocolate bar..n not individual features like fingers,nails and veins turning to chocolate.
So in came BOY#1:"Just imagine..one day you try waking up your roomy,but she doesn't wake up..so you shake her by the hand,her hand breaks off into your hand and you realise she's dead..You are in deep shock,but her hand smells and looks so great,that you start munching on it".
not only did this gross me out but i SLAMMED the phone.
When I related the story to another friend what folllowed was his mad imaginnation.
Boy#2:"And yeah..her hand is all bluish-green and its turned chocolate mint,and you cant resist yourself..yummm!"
And, I did what I do best..SHREAK at the top of my voice.
What happened next was a never ending hypothesis of my theory,which much unwantedly turned into something which was way beyond my comprehension.
Now came in the further much undesired detailling of my theory.
"evry part of our body,should turn into a flavour of its own..be it your hair,nails,glands..etc.each will have its own taste and depending on the person's built and stature will it result in the kind of taste of the chocolate and the additives..like if one has long nails then it will turn to nuts in the chocolate..."
And the discussion was endless.......
A simple mad erratic theory and i had so many to comment,enlighten and improvise my own idea in front of my own eyes.Thank god! copyrighting existed in the world otherwise brilliant thinkers would've got a run for their money.
May be I am crazy about chocolates, but if I had ever realised in my wildest dreams that my fetish for chocolates is going to give rise to somtehing so outrageously awry, I would have put a stop to it, there and then.
BELIEVE YOU ME ! ! !
All my life i have thought that when a person dies,doing absolutely anything with the corpse is a misuse of the limited resources of materials that we have on EARTH.(don't give up on my article yet,it bears significance to its title and you'll find it soon enough.)
Whether be it burying the body which includes the consumption of land pretty much, a plot that is signed off to that person as long as earth exists,though it has the positive emotional touch to the same that u can come back to that place and feel the connection,feel that the person is as close to you as they had always been.But on the other hand, with increasing population in today's world we cannot sacrifice such graves cause we need more space for the living than the dead.
Even when you cremate the corpse,you are using up fuel,fire,wood and many such other limited resources, and eventually ending in adding to the pollution which is anyway exponentially increasing.
So, in a crazy fit and outburst of ideas it hit me, when man dies if the person turns to chocolate then they can be consumed and further consumption of resources is put a stop to.
Now,when i came down to this mad idea,what didn't strike me is the finer gross details of my mad imagination which were very nicely briefed to me by my beloved friends.
When i said turn to chocolate,i meant chocolate bar..n not individual features like fingers,nails and veins turning to chocolate.
So in came BOY#1:"Just imagine..one day you try waking up your roomy,but she doesn't wake up..so you shake her by the hand,her hand breaks off into your hand and you realise she's dead..You are in deep shock,but her hand smells and looks so great,that you start munching on it".
not only did this gross me out but i SLAMMED the phone.
When I related the story to another friend what folllowed was his mad imaginnation.
Boy#2:"And yeah..her hand is all bluish-green and its turned chocolate mint,and you cant resist yourself..yummm!"
And, I did what I do best..SHREAK at the top of my voice.
What happened next was a never ending hypothesis of my theory,which much unwantedly turned into something which was way beyond my comprehension.
Now came in the further much undesired detailling of my theory.
"evry part of our body,should turn into a flavour of its own..be it your hair,nails,glands..etc.each will have its own taste and depending on the person's built and stature will it result in the kind of taste of the chocolate and the additives..like if one has long nails then it will turn to nuts in the chocolate..."
And the discussion was endless.......
A simple mad erratic theory and i had so many to comment,enlighten and improvise my own idea in front of my own eyes.Thank god! copyrighting existed in the world otherwise brilliant thinkers would've got a run for their money.
May be I am crazy about chocolates, but if I had ever realised in my wildest dreams that my fetish for chocolates is going to give rise to somtehing so outrageously awry, I would have put a stop to it, there and then.
BELIEVE YOU ME ! ! !
