This might be a situation that you all might be accustomed to. You walk into a restaurant and you hear these squelching noises coming from somewhere. You turn around and see this bizarre person vacuuming his food (except that he's not vacuuming! don't get carried away)in front of your eyes at the speed of a Sukhoi and with the precision of a blind Wild Yak. You look at this poor soul and go "UUgggHHH! Wat a glutton" or simply don't say anything and go ahead and order your food(but still feel uncomfortable because of the squelch and belch) or you simply leave because you just lost your appetite.
Zooming now to a whole new situation.
How often does this happen to you. You wake up late in the morning , you check the time - go "Oh! S***!" and then hurriedly go about your morning business. You somehow manage to complete everything in time, albeit with the hedge on your head for want of combing and the occasional unpolished shoes, unmade tie, unpressed shirt and other minor details. You go "Chalta hai" and walk towards your destination with a mission : to reach your college in time man. Meanwhile, the breakfast you were supposed to eat dignifies itself in the refrigerator or becomes fodder to the cockroaches in the dustbin. You reach your college in time happy that you won't have to face your teacher's rant and that your term work is still safe. You take great pains in attending the oncoming classes, holding your eyes open so that your teacher(read messiah) doesn't catch you snoring. By the time you're finished with your morning onslaught, you suddenly hear a painful plea...... a protest..........arising from the center of your abdomen. You feel as if you've been invaded by a thousand tapeworms and this sudden feel of hunger, this ravenous hunger, which is plaguing you like the BUBONIC. You ignore the pain, being the man(or woman) as you are (duty comes before pleasure or somesuch). You attend another enervating session : this time a practical if you're lucky. Thinking that you're going to gain a lot out of this, you attend it again more for the sake of the messiah's approval than your own well being. After what seems like a lifetime you wind up and thankfully head for the canteen, your hunger absolutely killing you by now. With dangerous thoughts in mind( because of the terrible day ) and the hunger of a hundred to back you up, you attack the food like a wolf attacks its prey. Your food becomes a live thing in front of you, flying off the plate to land on the table, then on someone else's lap, then maybe, an this has been reported on some rare occasions, flying out of the window onto somebody's face. People pass by looking at you as if you are some circus freak, comments fly in from all corners of the canteen , people start criticizing you for your table manners, accusing you for making their visit to the canteen such an unsavory experience. You don't care at that time do you, not when you are in the "Wolf Trance".Words fly in like "Such a glutton", "Look at that fat***!As if he hasn't eaten in a million centuries". You suddenly look up and forget about your food for an instant (introspect basically). Hadn't you felt the same way about some chap a few days back ( or whenever, basically you feel sorry ). You get this strange feeling in your gut and you know it's guilt. So you see(Here 'See' is of special importance, not simply meaning percieve, look, detect or glance but the much deeper "comprehend").
In the end I'd just like to point out that Glut comes in handy to save your life in a life threatening situation as explained above.
So before you go 'ughhyy' on someone else, just cool down and think before your react.
Zooming now to a whole new situation.
How often does this happen to you. You wake up late in the morning , you check the time - go "Oh! S***!" and then hurriedly go about your morning business. You somehow manage to complete everything in time, albeit with the hedge on your head for want of combing and the occasional unpolished shoes, unmade tie, unpressed shirt and other minor details. You go "Chalta hai" and walk towards your destination with a mission : to reach your college in time man. Meanwhile, the breakfast you were supposed to eat dignifies itself in the refrigerator or becomes fodder to the cockroaches in the dustbin. You reach your college in time happy that you won't have to face your teacher's rant and that your term work is still safe. You take great pains in attending the oncoming classes, holding your eyes open so that your teacher(read messiah) doesn't catch you snoring. By the time you're finished with your morning onslaught, you suddenly hear a painful plea...... a protest..........arising from the center of your abdomen. You feel as if you've been invaded by a thousand tapeworms and this sudden feel of hunger, this ravenous hunger, which is plaguing you like the BUBONIC. You ignore the pain, being the man(or woman) as you are (duty comes before pleasure or somesuch). You attend another enervating session : this time a practical if you're lucky. Thinking that you're going to gain a lot out of this, you attend it again more for the sake of the messiah's approval than your own well being. After what seems like a lifetime you wind up and thankfully head for the canteen, your hunger absolutely killing you by now. With dangerous thoughts in mind( because of the terrible day ) and the hunger of a hundred to back you up, you attack the food like a wolf attacks its prey. Your food becomes a live thing in front of you, flying off the plate to land on the table, then on someone else's lap, then maybe, an this has been reported on some rare occasions, flying out of the window onto somebody's face. People pass by looking at you as if you are some circus freak, comments fly in from all corners of the canteen , people start criticizing you for your table manners, accusing you for making their visit to the canteen such an unsavory experience. You don't care at that time do you, not when you are in the "Wolf Trance".Words fly in like "Such a glutton", "Look at that fat***!As if he hasn't eaten in a million centuries". You suddenly look up and forget about your food for an instant (introspect basically). Hadn't you felt the same way about some chap a few days back ( or whenever, basically you feel sorry ). You get this strange feeling in your gut and you know it's guilt. So you see(Here 'See' is of special importance, not simply meaning percieve, look, detect or glance but the much deeper "comprehend").
In the end I'd just like to point out that Glut comes in handy to save your life in a life threatening situation as explained above.
So before you go 'ughhyy' on someone else, just cool down and think before your react.
RESPECT GLUT!
