Nonsense

Long long ago... In a place far far away...
there existed an island in the middle of nowhere.
Dense tropical forests, lush tropical grass,
The smell of rain and mud filled the air.
The restless waves of the ocean
Slammed against the rocky beach
Got thrown up in the air
And upto the coconut leafs they reached
At a distance in the ocean
Towards the west,
The sun slowly rose above the horizon
And illuminated the rest
Sunflowers bloomed and peacocks rejoiced...
The birds chirped and the island was all so full of life!

Up amongst the hills...
On a fortunate ridge on the steep slopes
Was a small hut made of straws.
Thatched roofs, candle-light and a bucket full of ice...
The perfect island paradise.

Inside, lived an evil scientist named Cavalera Max
He experimented with music, monkeys and leafs and wax.
The author of the story is an uncreative fool who writes verbose
So here ends the rhyming... and he switches to prose.

Amongst the fifty odd primates inhabiting the island, two stood out.

One was the aforementioned scientist, clearly distinguished from the others by his ability to stand on two legs and send e-mails.
It had been twenty years since the unfortunate day when malfunctioning GPS had led the captain's fishing boat to this deserted island. If it hadn't been for a collision with a great white shark on the way, he would have returned back to the civilized world a long time back... but with the boat destroyed... he hadn't seen another one of his kind without hair all over its body for twenty years now.

So what do humans do when they are stranded on an island full of nothing but monkeys and bananas?
Simple... just as the movies show... They come up with the resources and the knowledge out of nowhere to build up a laboratory that uses sophisticated technology to study the thinking patterns of the lesser primitives... which is exactly what our protagonist had done.

High above the scientist's hut, on the branch of a rosewood tree... slowly stealing the spotlight from the now doped musician playing metal... stood the second character of the story... a sweet little monkey with a twisted tail.

Ever since he was born, he had been different... Intorverted, reserved, quiet and always lost in thought. He didnt make any friends... the other monkeys didnt like him. But he knew that they were all just jealous of him... for he was the breakthrough in the evolution of the monkey brain... the smartest a monkey can get without being as smart as a human...
He was a quizzer.

When the other monkeys had had enough of him... they banished him from the kingdom... and he had lived on this tree on the ridge ever since... with bananas... which were both his food and his only companions.

Little did he know that in a few seconds his life was about to take a dramatic change.

As he leaped towards the freshly ripe bunch of green bananas on the opposite branch, a long-awaiting python launched itself from the adjacent tree to attack the airborne prey. The n00b python missed the headshot... snapped off the monkey's tail instead, and crashed onto the ground.
Weakened by the lack of a desire to live... and shocked by a threat to his life... the monkey tripped over the destination branch and fell head-first onto the thatched roof of the paradise hut... breaking through and crashing onto the scientist's couch.

The doped musician witnessed an angel slowly descend from heaven. It had wings of gold... a silver halo... radium clothing... and a double-base electric guitar in both hands. It was grand... heavenly... and bleeding.

"Huh?", exclaimed the scientist as he awakened from his prolonged hallucination, "Is that a bleeding monkey?"
A quick dose from the first-aid box was enough to save the injured angel.

On re-gaining consciousness... the monkey found himself locked in a claustrophobic chamber. There were wires hanging all around him... and an inverted cup with a couple of antenna's on his head, which, though it was meant for quite the opposite, made him feel like a knight with an armoured helmet on.

The faint image of a scientist holding a needle appeared at a distance.
As it came closer, and gently injected a blue nano-fluid into the patient's hairy hands, the subject could make out only one roughly pronounced statement... "You will be a God amongst monkeys."... who would expect the poor monkey to understand the words anyway... they came from a Grunge vocalist after all!

Within five days of his life as a research subject, the monkey had started living again.
He was gaining confidence. He was gaining strength. He was developing a liking for life... no matter how restricted it was.
It didn't matter what was being done to him as long as he got everything served on a platter in return for having shit done to him as a slave... instead of struggling for survival just as nature had intended him to do.
Basically, he was turning into a human.

Yes... He was turning into a human. He had found a companion in the scientist.
Vica Versa. The scientist had found company... no matter how much of a chimp his friend was... it was just having a friend that mattered to him.

Two cases of extreme adaptation of the human mind.
"Something is better than nothing!", they must have thought.

For one year, the monkey served as a test subject for the scientist.
The scientist gradually modified his mind to make him more like a human... continuosly monitoring and studying his thinking patterns.
In one year, the musician in him had successfully blended the greatness of rock music with the intellect of a monkey.
Thrash metal was thus born.

Soon, the two turned into BFFs. (Best friends forever)
On Saturday nights they sat together on a couch and solved Sudoku.
This developed into competitive gaming on XBox, hide and seek in the jungle, late night beer parties, and eventually... in AIDS.
Who gave it to whom was a debate... but it effectively ended their friendship.

Living with each other with the guilt was too much now. All the years of friendship didn't matter anymore.
It was time for the monkey to move out. He politely handed over his half of the BFF locket back to Max, and set forth into a life of loneliness again.

Tested, experimented on, left alone and despised by his own kind, he had nowhere to go. For months he wandered in the jungles... looking for a meaning to life... searching for a purpose to live... until one day... it finally struck him.
It was time to do something new. Something productive... something not just for the sake of becoming rich... but for the progress of humanity... Something that would put his brain to good use...
For he was different... he was the product of a laboratory... blessed with a human brain and the desire to make a change ... driven by an anti-social lifestyle.

After giving it much thought...
"Thats it!"... He had decided!

What is technologically superior, different from the rest, offers you more than you ask for, ensures a bright future... and yet... is so simple a monkey can take it?

The next day he appeared for BITSAT.
Score: 373

Today... he is the major cause of depression and inferiority complex amongst CompScites at BITS...

Known only as... N - The LoneRanger


All animal shelters, including the local zoo Panchwati have refused to adopt him due to the lack of funds to cope up with his hair-styling needs.

He continues to live peacefully in Pilani... and carries on the music of his saviour-drug addict-master... happily ever after.