The Touch of Madness

My share of madness: When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am

With due respect to those who don’t have it and those who pretend to have it. I have categories a few friends who bear a touch of madness to the utmost…

She claims to be my friend turned sister, but I saw her being my ringmaster in many occasions. It takes a lot to hang on to me, she did. However, this doesn’t make her mad. What makes mad is, her ‘passion’. When I saw Serendipity and heard this: You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?" I remembered Anu. She has always remained a woman of word as much as a woman of passion.

Can you ever vanish one fine day with few hundred rupees in your hand without knowing how to come back? And all because you were madly in love! Sri did it. Guess what? She still cherishes that. Of all the madness of hers that I have experienced, she did ‘things’ that she believed. So what if we have scored badly in J-school, if ‘journalism’ requires crazy ideas, we possess them too.

When I met her after three years, she was still the same. I didn’t feel lost anywhere, I felt the same connectivity. Pragya, one of my best friends, knows how to unleash herself. No one can touch your heart to the deepest, like she does! Understands every bit of human emotions and just ignorant to the cunning world. Touch of madness can alter her name. This cute thing of mine is almost like… let them cheat me, as long as am happy!

Rechristened himself to Vodka, Peter Scotch (Donno how he handles both, I would puke immediately). The gigantic Abhirr is a true journalist in my mind. Lives for journalism, booze, food (of course). Never seen anyone with a heart of gold, I believe he has one with diamond. One gotta be mad to make everyone comfortable around you, unless he is a magician.

How do we live in a world of pessimism, where dreams shatter much before one realizes it was a dream? All my ‘mad’ friends know how to turn them into optimism, they collected pieces of their crushed dreams… sometimes pasted them together, sometimes hidden them inside a treasure of memory. But they all inspire me to remain ME forever!