A hungry fox searching for food sees a grape creeper. She sets her eyes on the grapes and starts a series of attempts aimed at grabbing the grapes to satisfy her hunger. She fails each time and ultimately gives up, uttering one of the most famous quotes man has ever read:
“The grapes are sour”.
Writer did a pretty good job here. Though as children we always thought of the ways of grabbing the grapes which the fox should have tried before quitting. Anyway, some of those children grow up to think that this story is incomplete and inefficient in elucidating the current times.
This is the first time you’ll be reading:
“The Grapes Are Sour: Part 2”
The hungry fox, engulfed by the feelings of humilliation, disgust and embarrassment, lies down in the creeper’s shade, saving herself from the scorching sun. She thinks of the times when she could cleverly fool the world and fill her tummy with the tastiest dishes. She laments the time wasted on the silly grapes because of the writers imagination and thinks of the better things she could do. Somwhere in the midst of her thoughts, she sees a monkey climbing the grape creeper and eating the grapes with greatest pleasure. She thinks of fooling the monkey to get the grapes but ends up begging on her knees. Monkey throws away a bunch of grapes at her face and walks away. The fox jumps at the bunch with great excitement and gets flabbergasted to see whats there for her…DONKEY BALLS!
“Fucking DONKEY BALLS?!” she asks herself unpleasantly amazed to an unbelievable extent. She thinks of the monkey who ate these grapes-seeming-donkey balls, with utmost pleasure. She thinks of the whole world who eats this fruit, for a moment she feels she has lost her brain, but in the next moment, she gathers the courage to say:
“These are donkey balls indeed…”.
She finally collects herself and decides that the world has lost the intellectual capability to tell the difference between grapes and balls. Depressed, she gives up her swimming moves and drowns herself in a lake…
Now look at the human prospect of this story. Imagine a
human spirit blessed with great artistic and intellectual capabilites. The capabilities that make him develop and appreciate only the art which is pure and honest in every sense of word. Then he finds his grapes in forms of music charts and finds ‘chammak challo’ at the top. He sees monkeys dancing and enjoying that with greatest pleasure. Then he looks at the movies winning awards and finds unbelievable shit there too. Literature, music, cinema and almost everywhere, he sees DONKEY BALLS…right at the top.
He has logic, reason and meaning on his side, yet he’s defeated in an argument as the monkeys are too stupid to understand him, and people like him. He gathers enough courge to finally admit that the three most important virtues he posseses-logic, reason and meaning, are worth zilch and nothing more.
He does meet people like him, but only on the losing side of the world. The top seems only for the DONKEY BALLS. He has a choice, give up his three virtues and become a donkey ball for a while…or stay honest and die unlamented.
What shall he choose?
