When it rains really hard in my land, Yalaa, people dance naked day and night, and the sight is always awesome. However, this year, on my way, I met Mr. Crazy, who claimed to do everything one could imagine or the things you have read in books. Mostly lies...lies...lies...and more lies. Only bookish descriptions and nothing else. I still have a bad headache. I know we meet all kinds of people...good as well as bad...and sometimes hopelessly mad. The story isn't about madness alone.
The real story is about polishing and not just madness. Mad people are almost everywhere. They are like germs who aren't visible to naked eyes. It's like every person has a pinch of madness in him. We've got to deal with it in our way.... Deal with it... or simply ignore it...or be ruthlessly indifferent...or join the MAD CLAN!
So leaving madness as it is, let's focus on the polishing. Do you realize how important polish is for the shoe 'cuz it makes it shine. But think more and think a little hard, there are those who plunge their hands in dirt to make the polish...so that somebody else have a pair of shiny shoes. However, who gets in the limelight - the authority who treats the hard worker as shit and sell off the polish to folks for their shoes to shine.
And what does the hard working person get in the end? When will it all change?
Nadira & Zaira
