Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Funny Guy

You must have heard the cry wolf story where a kid used to play a prank on unsuspecting neighbors by making them believe that there was a wolf while there was none. He played this prank so often that the entire village got aware of it and they stopped paying attention to the cries from this boy. One day a wolf attacks the boy for real and he screams for help. The entire village suspecting it to be one of his pranks ignored the cries and the boy was killed by the wolf.

Many years later there came another boy. This boy was not a prankster like the earlier one. He always was truthful but he was always full of jokes, making everything sound funny. Little did he know then that this reputation may hurt him in some way. He was being considered the funny man and people laughed at anything he said. He liked being happy and seeing laughter around him.

Then a day came when this boy fell in love with a girl who also used to consider him the funny one. He kept on joking and being funny not knowing what to do. It was an strange feeling for him and he was confused. With time he reconciled with the fact that what he was feeling in his heart was actually the love for that girl.

He decided to confess his feelings for her to her. He practiced it multiple times before actually going in front of the girl who is loved and also believed that she loved him back. He bought a beautiful gift for her and a red rose because he was told that red rose is the best way to express love for someone. He also played back the lines he would say in his mind multiple times. He was very nervous. He had no way of knowing how it would go. Despite all the preparations he was not confident. Finally gathering the courage he called the girl and asked her for a meeting. The girl was busy and did not have time to meet. The guy insisted. Finally the girl agreed to meet the guy for few minutes. After long wait he finally saw the girl. All the practice seemed of no use now because he did not know how to proceed now.

He complimented the girl on how she looked and presented her the gift he got for her. All the girl said I have so many of these, what was the need. The boy was disappointed at this reaction from the girl. The practice clearly was not working here so he decided to rely on his presence of mind. All he could say to the girl was everything is not done for a need, some things you do because you want. The girls response to this was bullshit. This disappointed the boy further. He was not even sure if he should go ahead with his confession or not. He was not going to back away so soon so he decided to rely on the sure way to express love; the red rose. He presented to red rose to the girl and the girl sighed with 'huh' sound, which clearly was a mood killer. The boy so disappointed now decided to not say anything then.

Later he decided to somehow confess his feeling because he was now convinced that it was important. The only problem was everytime he tried to communicate his feelings, the girl thought it was a joke. Her responses to all his attempts were like, 'you are crazy', 'you are funny', 'bakwaas', 'shut up' etc.

He did not know what to do. He could not figure out a way to convince the girl that he was serious and was not being funny. Although he yet kept on being funny in public and with the girl but now he was not happy. He could not see the usual smile in the mirror he was used to seeing. He was always thinking about things which he himself used to believe were funny and useless. But he could not find them funny anymore. He could not sleep at night and was not himself at work. He was absent minded now and did not pay attention to things which used to be important to him till some time back. He was getting irritated at things more often than usual and started having frequent arguments on trivial issues with people around him. The worst part of all this was that he was still laughing in front of the girl.

Meri hansi ko mere dil ka aaina mat samjho. Hanste hue chehre se khushi ka gumaan hota hai.

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