Love. Man is strange - very strange.
Because, he begins by deceiving others and ends with de- ceiving himself.
A Fakir was walking down the village street deep in thought, when some urchins began to throw stones at him.
He was taken by surprise and besides he was not a big man.
"Don't do that and I will tell you something of interest to you."
"All right, what is it? But no philosophy."
"The King is giving a free banquet to all comers." He just simply lied to them.
The children ran off toward the king's palace as the Fakir warmed to his theme, the delicacies and the delights of the entertainment ... He looked up and saw them disappearing in the distance.
And then, suddenly he tucked up his robes and started to sprint after them.
"I would better go and see," he panted to himself, because it MIGHT be true after all."