Full -Mad
In
fact this was a kind of weird encounter with a person who was known for his
abnormal behavior. I remember an incidence of my childhood when I used to play
in the ground which was located in front of my house. I always saw him sitting
alone in a corner of balcony watching us playing in the ground. I hardly saw
him talking with anyone. I had heard a lot about his anger, irritating
behavior. In fact he was known a crazy, crestfallen lover, a stupid and
cynical. Many names were attached with his character. Why he acted abnormally I
had heard from people that he loved her and she had deceived him. I had also
heard that he used to make good paintings in his childhood days and ever since
has been chucked up by her, he again started paintings but nobody had seen his new
paintings. His aloofness always used to attract me I wanted to talk him but I would
control myself having thought he will not respond. In fact my curiosity to see
his paintings was bringing close to him.
One
day I saw him walking alone in the ground. I accosted him saying ‘ Halo Uncle’
‘Halo’
he replied after a pause he asked ‘ How are you’
‘Fine’
I replied smilingly
‘Uncle
can I see your paintings ?
‘
My paintings ! Who told you about it?
I
have heard about it.’ I replied with smile.
‘Ok
come with me’ He said then we both moved towards his house.
He
was looking happy. He entered his room and brought rolled papers in balcony. He
told me to bring out remaining papers lying on floor. He was showing his
paintings one by one. On his every paintings , questions began to emerge in my mind.
‘Uncle
what does it mean?’ Uncle where is ‘story’ below is only hyphen, come, full
stop, arrowes’ I asked after seeing story written on top of page. ‘Uncle this
is not clear’ Uncle what is this?’ Uncle who is this?’ Uncle’s face kept
changing with every questions.’ Uncle this is not good paintings. I am unable to understand it.’ And when I looked up at his face, his face had become red. He
was looking upset, his anger was apparent from his face.
Suddenly
he started tearing those papers one by one. I immediately moved away from the
place having seen his abnormal face,
headed towards the door to come out because he again suffered from a new attack of
madness.. he did not say me anything. I was not surprised at his behavior since
I had haerd that he is half mad but I now said to myself he is not half mad –
but full mad.
Now
after many years when I look at that balcony
where uncle used to watch us playing I don’t find him now because he is no
more. But the questions still keep emerging in my mind
‘Who was she?’ Why was he so crazy of her ?’ ‘ Did she deceive him ?’ ‘ Was she
really pretty?’ ‘ Is love affinity of particular one bring a person to this
stage when he begun to be called insane?’ Why was he so obsessive of her when
she didn’t truly like him ?’ ‘ why could he not change himself from being
called a mad ?......
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