No one Is Mad

“Heheheheheheee, maddd…” laughed everyone at Kevin, a 5-year-old kid, when his cousin told everybody that he took a bat & uncle’s helmet which is used while riding bike and raised both of them pretending to be hit a century in cricket world cup finals.

“This guy thinks he can score century in international cricket..” added his aunt.

Everybody nodded.

Kevin was crying & everyone was laughing. His father, who was also known as ‘mad’ in love of hollywood movies was watching all, but kept quiet.

While going home, his father stopped him, looked into his eyes and said what he watched in ‘pursuit of happyness’ & made Kevin happy again, “Hey, don’t ever let anybody tell you can’t do something. Not even meYou got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can’t do it. If you want something, go get it. Period.

The crazy fact is, no one is mad in this world, it’s just we have to find sense in everything.

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It’s Just 2 Rupees!

“Hey, that’s my pen. I gave it to you yesterday as you forgot to bring your own. When are you going to return it?” said Ankit, snatching his pen from Ketan.

“What’s wrong with you, man? It’s just 2 rupees pen!” replied Ketan.

“Is it, Mr. Finance Minister? Then go, tell the shopkeeper to give it for free as it’s just 2 rupees. Tell a conductor of any bus that you are 2 rupees short, but to get you the ticket of your destination. Oh, conductor uncle, it’s just 2 rupees short. Why don’t you cover it for me this time.”

The crazy fact is, neither shopkeeper nor conductor will do it for you, unless he’s your father.

I Want to Ride My Bicycle

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“Hey, what is this? Is today a mis-match day in college or something?” laughed Sharon,  looking at a Prof. Johnson in suit riding bicycle.

“Look, he is wearing helmet too,” added her friend Cathy.

But Anna was looking with gleaming eyes & said, “This man is contributing to environment & our future. Because of him, our babies will be able to breathe easily, sea level won’t rise rapidly and ecosystems won’t be affected much. Plus, he’ll stay fit, healthy & won’t pay road tax too. The crazy fact is, 20 bicycles can be parked in your one car parking space.”

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This post is a part of  Friday Fictioneers.

Who’s actually crazy?

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Horn blowing highly. I looked back, a man, in his mid-thirties in a car telling me to go ahead. I was on bike & pointed towards traffic signal board to show that signal is red.

He somehow managed to come on my left side & said, “Hey, are you crazy? Don’t you see others have gone, why are you still here??”

“See there, still 18 seconds remaining!” I replied.

“So what?? What if any vehicle hits us on backside by seeing other vehicles are going in a flow? It’s very dangerous to stop in this situation, while others are going.”

And he rushed.

The crazy fact is, in India, those who follow traffic rules are considered as crazy. If people see some space ahead, they just speed up. The sensible are those who stops only when a cow or any other animal crosses the road or the man in the khakee makes them stop.

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Go After Your Dreams by Collin McCarty

May I have water, please?

It was 1pm. A boy peeped from the door, “Auntie, may I have water, please?”

My mother was busy. I went to look who was that boy & found two boys standing outside. They were distributing promotional pamphlets of a candidate for Lok-Sabha elections.

When I brought two glasses of water, I saw two more boys came over there. So I again went inside & tried to find two more glasses. But all the remaining glasses were in wash basin. Eventually, I found a jar full of water.

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I went to back to them with jar. And I found one of the boy was hesitating to pass the glass to other boy, so I asked him whether he wants more. He earnestly said yes, with sense of relief that he was going to fulfill his thirst. I thought what if I had found two more glasses? But I had a sigh of relief that I wasn’t letting him go with his half of the thirst fulfilled. As I had a jar full of water, everybody was satisfied. I was happy & relieved.

I always disdained these boys who have been doing this stuff at the time of elections. I always thought that why are they wasting their time. But these are the boys who taught me very important lesson.

The crazy fact is, of course, there is joy in giving, but joy of giving in abundance is greater than it. Because, it includes satisfaction of both sides.

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Is input equals output?

“Grannyyyy,” shouted Peter, a 7-years-old kid, as soon as he saw his grandmother on weekly visit to old age home where his grandma was staying from last 5 years.

Her smile blossomed like feathers of bird ready to embrace her child.

She was spending other six meaningless days in a hope of these beautiful moments.

Why didn’t Peter’s father think of her caring & loving nature or finding an intermediate solution before admitting her, when his wife had difference of opinions with her??

The crazy fact is why didn’t Peter’s mother think, what if Peter does the same with her??

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This post is part of  Five Sentence Fiction & Friday Fictioneers.

Conditional Love

“You haven’t talked to me much after my father’s death, didn’t come to console me, you know how close I was to my father! What happened to you??” said Catherine to her husband.

“What am I supposed to say? He gave us only 10% of his property,” replied Robert.

“Whhat?? That means all you care about was his will, not him! You know what, it is my mistake that I thought you are a right person for me. You are nothing but a mean, greedy hypocrite! The crazy fact is I loved you unconditionally, but fell for your conditional love.”

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This post is part of  100 Words on Saturday 2014 #11

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Tumko Dekha to Yeh Khayal Aaya

“How did this happen?? You said it was possible,” said Rashika to her boyfriend, in restaurant.

“I thought it is, but he changed his mind at the last moment. He said that someone from his boss’ reference got it,” replied Samrat.

“I don’t know, I promised my father that I’ll do job very soon, along with dancing. If I got that job, all my relatives & neighbors would have kept quiet. ”

“Let’s decide one thing, we will not do anything which requires favor kind of thing. The favor bank is the most powerful, but the most dangerous bank. I didn’t want to do that, but for you I did it.”

“For me?? Now you don’t tell me, you kept your so called ‘principles’ aside for me!!”

“Yes, I did that only.”

“Ohh, then why didn’t you tell me before??”

“I thought… nothing… just.. I thought I can do that, what if I compromise my principles for one time, it won’t make any difference.”

“Now what’s next?”

“I, not only think but also believe that if you continue with your dancing, if you concentrate all your energy on this one, so beautiful thing, you don’t have to seek anybody’s favor, your dancing will speak for you. The grace you have, the killer instinct you have, the originality you have, it’s dance. It feels like this is what Rashika is!”

“Anything else, Mr. Socrates!”

“When I first saw you dancing on song ‘tumko dekha to ye khayal aaya‘, I couldn’t get my eyes off you. I saw you & I thought the same, zindagi dhoop tum ghanaa saaya. I never thought anybody can dance on this ghazal. Your grace, your simplicity, your expressions were phenomenal. And when you finished, I thought, why can’t you continue, please continue. It was childish indeed, but I wished that. You know what was mind blowing thing for me.. you only choreographed it. I was stunned. How can anyone do that!! On ghazal!! This is not what ordinary people do. This is what you are.”

“Wow…., really??”

“Yeah, I was in love from that moment. So I approached you instantly & couldn’t speak anything. But you, the great dancer, knew what I was trying to express. See, your dedication for dance, knowledge of expressions played very important part here again. Without me, saying anything.. you came to know what was in my mind. And every time you do that. When I hesitate to say something, you say it for me.”

“Ya, you shy!!”

“There you go!!”

“I’m sorry, I was so rude with you.”

“Forget about it & the crazy fact is noisy neighbors & jealous relatives never going to stop barking. And try to find any academy or dance school where you can teach dance and most importantly, where you can practise too. Let your dance speak for you, no favor.”

“Ok, I promise, I’ll do that, my king! You are just like your name!!”

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This post is a part of Write Over The Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Haiku : College Life

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My College

Bunked classes, trash talks,
Last minute submissions,
Not grades, but Memories last