This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 34; the thirty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "Of-Course, I'm insane"
“Why you did not show me the answer even when the teacher was busy in conversation with the other teacher? I needed your help and I thought you are my friend,” the boy is fuming.
“How could I show you the answer? It is not good to copy during exams,” the calm looking boy answers.
“You are insane, man!” the aggrieved friend says.
The boy smiles. He adds confidently, “No, I am not insane.”
“Why did you not appeal?” the Captain is upset.
“Oh! But he was not out, the ball was leaving the off stump, I know,” the bowler is all smiles.
“We all were appealing, but since you did not appeal….”the Captain does not know what to say. He adds sarcastically, “You are insane, man!!”
“No, I am not insane…” the bowler is in tears.
“Let us have a cigarette” one of the boys says.
“Just smoking? I thought we are going to celebrate in an adult manner,” other adds.
“Ok, you continue with your celebrations, I am leaving,” third boy says.
“How can you leave? We are celebrating your success,” the first boy is really surprised.
“But I can’t celebrate by smoking and drinking…” third boy.
“Come on yaar! We are not school children. You are selected by one of the best IT companies in the world and so we are celebrating,” another one says.
“Look, even the girls want to smoke and drink ...” another one. The girls immediately join the chorus.
“No, long back I promised my grandma that I would never smoke and drink,” the boy is indeed adamant.
“You are insane, man!” exclaim his friends.
“Maybe, I am insane …” the boy is feeling little guilty for spoiling the fun of his friends.
“Oh! Where is our bike?” the girl is anxious.
“It was parked in ‘No parking zone’. So the police have taken it away,” the shopkeeper informs. “Look,” he adds, “there is the traffic police van, go and get your bike before it is taken away.”
“Come on,” the girls says.
“Give him hundred rupees,” the girl asks.
“Will you give me a receipt?” the boy asks the police.
The police gets angry. “Come to police station, pay three hundred rupees, get you receipt and pick your bike,” he answers.
“Don’t be a miser. You earn loads of money,” the girl shouts.
“The question is not about money but…” the boy tries to explain.
“Come on yaar, leave it, I will pay,” the girl hurries through her purse.
“No, I won’t take the bike by paying bribe,” the boy is adamant.
“You are insane, Man!!” the girl’s anger is beyond bounds.
He keeps quiet.
“What are your expectations?” uncle asks.
“What expectations?” he is really puzzled.
“Oh! Nothing really. Whatever you want to give to your daughter, you should give. We don’t demand anything, you know what your daughter needs and what is best for her….” One of the uncles says.
Everybody smiles, nods.
“Are you talking about dowry? Then my answer is NO…” the boy’s voice is stern.
“Come on, who is talking about dowry? You don’t understand anything. For God’s sake, keep quiet,” one of the aunties orders him loudly.
“Calm down young man! No, we are certainly not talking about dowry. …” the man sitting next to uncle explains.
“If you are talking about any 'give and take' in the marriage, I will not marry…” declares the boy.
“You are insane, Man!” his cousin remarks.
“No, I am not insane. You all are…” the boy says and storms out of the room.
“You are insane, Man” his colleague says.
“You are insane...” the officer says.
“You are insane, “the shopkeeper says.
“You are insane,” the corporator says.
“You are insane,” the headmaster of his son’s school says.
“I want a mobile, dad,” his son demands.
He looks at his ten year old son.
“You are still young,” he says.
“But everyone in my class carries a mobile. It is only you who is not allowing me to have a handset. If you don’t give me a mobile, I will not go to school,” his son threatens.
“It won’t work my boy. You don’t need mobile, that is it,” he firmly says.
“Don’t be a miser. And don’t tell me about your values. We have to live according to the norms set by the world around,” his wife is trying to argue.
He ignores the demands, the pleading, and the accusation of neglect.
“You are completely insane Dad,” his son shouts through his tears and runs away.
“Of course, I am insane...” he shouts back.
He weeps silently.
He has not been able to create a space for himself in this world.
Is he insane? Or the world around is insane?
He is not sure.
The uncertainty has always baffled him. And it continues to do so.