Crazy Woman in Kathmandu: Much Madness is Divinest Sense
i often meet a woman on my way to office…people call her a crazy woman…coz she makes political speeches on the road…but she makes a competent historical commentary on Nepal’s socio-political affairs… If you’re from Thamel area, then you must know her…she’s your neighbor…there you see her in the picture above wearing a red salwar kurta…
Every time she begins her speech with the opening sentence, “i’m a Magar’s daughter, a descendant of Nepal’s first martyr Lakhan Thapa Magar”…then she goes on elucidating how India has been historically manipulating Nepal’s political and social groups…
Today i listened to her for about ten minutes, and said, “yes, you’re right”…and i continued my journey…however, she came running after me yelling, “hey man, stop…stop”. I stopped to listen to her, coz i respect the people whom the world calls crazy and listen to them carefully. I’ve found that ‘crazy’ people are more honest than the so-called ‘normal’ people.
She said to me, “I’m a mother of five kids, three girls and two boys. Will you marry me?” And she gave a big laugh. She’s about my age, but i saw that both her canines were missing and she didn’t enjoy brushing her teeth. Boy, now i was really scared. I enjoy startling people with strange remarks. But this woman seemed to be my Guru.
But, i recovered soon, and replied, “No, I won’t marry you. I’ll never marry.” Now she was angry with me. “If you won’t marry me, then why did you meddle in my speech?” she asked. I said, “But, i thought you were right.” Then she said, “Yesterday I saw your mom with a man who is not your father.” Boy, now she was sounding really like a ‘normal’ person.
Perhaps she wanted to quarrel with me, and therefore she was expecting me to be angry. But, instead, i laughed. Now, it was her turn to be startled. “Why are you laughing?” she asked. I said, “That’s impossible. My mom died long ago when i was still a youngster.”
The so-called ‘normal’ people say that ‘crazy’ people don’t have a sense of reality. But, this woman also proved my one observation that ‘crazy’ people are often more humane than the ‘normal’ people. When i told her that my mom died when i was still a youngster, she felt sorry for me…and she said, “Oh, i’m sorry. My mom also died long ago. You may go to your office now. But don’t meddle in my speech again.” Then she went back to her place and continued her speech.
Btw, if you’re feeling pity for me after learning that my mom died when i was still a youngster, please take back your pity with yourself. I’m a very cruel guy, & it’s useless to pity on me. I mentioned it on the blog coz the plot wanted it. 😉