From
the pen-APN
Standing
in the middle of a busy road, he was stretching his body to his full height
like a great emperor. His bearded face like Chatrapati Sivaji, his skyward gaze
to the mid-day blazing sun and his hand movements in kingly gestures were all creating
an unusual but spectacular sight for the onlookers.
His
eyes were replete with flashes of happiness and it teemed with courage. He did
not seem to belong to the world around him but he was stamping his feet
rhythmically on the earth like a monarch and was turning around sporadically
not caring a damn for the people passing by him or around him. He was just happy in his own ways
irrespective of the remarks and the sneering looks of all spectators. He was the
king of his own world.
The
sun above corroborated his king like manners by shedding its light upon him. He was talking to the lampposts, to the tall
buildings and to himself. And all of them stood motionless as if they could
recognize a regal importance in him and never interfered with the frenzied
ecstatic movements. His torn clothes, unkempt hair and dirty appearance rightly
matched the appearance of a warrior who had returned from a war front after a
deadly struggle.
They
chuckled and called him, “MAD” but he was a king of his thoughts. Neither the
sun, nor the tall buildings, nor the lampposts revolted against his
claims…..And he indeed enjoyed the king’s life in spite of his torn clothes,
unkempt hair and bearded face, because he cared not a damn about the remarks of
the so-called sane persons.
