Amidst the crowd of normal people, charming ones, it is tough for a mad man like me. I go to pantry alone, not to be caught by sanity, but the coffee maker's rationale strikes me. It gives coffee when I ask coffee. It pours the right amount of milk. Right temperature. Why I cant give that warmth to the people who love me. Why I want to be mad. Why I love an asylum's aroma to a garden's fragrance? Why I love being alone in a crowd, though I like company? Why do I set guidelines for havoc. Why I fall from a cliff in every dream and wake up alone. Why do I forget the injustices done to me and masochistically repeat mistakes, Why do I love to be abused and love to play the victim.

Lesson1:

As Ted Mosby says nothing good happens after 2 am. For me it is like nothing good happens after you are drunk. Please keep the mobile phone at a distance or get ready for the impending catastrophe.

Lesson2:

Never read a Hindu newspaper when you are in a crowded bus. People may misconstrue, that you are too smart or intelligent.

Lesson3:

This is what your parents would have said when you were young. Never take sweets or other delicacies from strangers. Should have remembered what amma told when I was 5.

Lesson4:

Never tell your CAT score to anyone. People may brand you with that to such an extent that you would feel like jumping from 5th floor.

Lesson5:

Never discuss philosophy with someone whom you don't know, even if you are too good in it. Satre, Nietzsche, Russel whoever you know or have read wont help. As the saying goes 'never argue with idiots as they may drag you down to their level and then beat you with their experience'