Colours of Life Excerpt-4
Colours of life
“No, ogling beautiful babes is a mind-blowing, thrilling job. You cannot understand the pundit. Oh! So many curvaceous, delicious, beautiful babes. Oh! What a delight to watch, anyway, a lunatic’s story is coming to my mind,” I would say.
“Well then. Tell it, asked Mahadev.
“Ok, then listen. There was an insane person in a mental hospital. After a few months of treatment, the doctor felt he had become normal. Therefore, the one-day doctor asked him, “How do you feel now?”
“Doctor, I am keen to go back home,” Lunatic said.
“Superb. So now tell me what you would like to do after going home.” The doctor asked.
“Sir, after going home, I will start some business,” Lunatic replied.
“Fantastic, tell me after that what you will do.” The doctor asked the lunatic.
“After that, I will get married. Then I will go on a honeymoon.” The lunatic told hesitantly.
“Wonderful. Great. After that, what will you do?” The doctor was coming to his real problem.
The lunatic said, “When will I go on the honeymoon? I will open my wife’s bra. Take out the elastic from her bra. I will make a slingshot from that elastic to hunt birds and start hunting birds, one after another, then another and another…” he yelled excitedly.
“I am perfectly okay now,” the lunatic replied.
“Great, I also think you are perfectly healthy now. Ok, then tell me, do you want to go home?” The doctor asked the lunatic.
Colours of Life—Mahadave
“Uncle, Papa is no more.” He said this while weeping.
It shocked me. I could not believe it and asked, “When did it happen?”
“Uncle, Papa left us two days back. Papa came back from Kolkata after treatment. He was saying he would go to Supaul to give you a surprise. But three days back, he had chest pain.
The doctor gave him some medicine. He slept well. When he woke up, he wanted to talk to you, but he was having chest pain at that time. I called the doctor again. He gave him some medicine. He again insisted that he would like to talk to you. The doctor told him he should try to sleep, and when he wakes up, he may talk to his friend as much as he likes. The doctor also gave him an injection. When the doctor left, he told me, “Look, when I wake up, you will get me to my friend over the phone. You will see how quickly I will recover, but he could not wake up.” Badal started weeping again.
Although I consoled Badal, I thought about how typical a game life plays with everyone. How easily it breaks human bonds. Nothing can be more unfaithful than life. When an individual gets intoxicated by life, forgets everything, and runs after its pleasures, wearing colored glasses of achievements, success, and failures, life abruptly dumps him. He finds no way or means to stand again. Even green and red flags, on which Mahadev relied all his life, could not help him. It is God’s way, and he only knows his moves.
It is life’s mystery.
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