It is sometimes awfully difficult to deal with madmen, they can sound so rational and self-possessed and plausible - upto a point!
A man rattles the knocker at the door of the warden of the lunatic asylum at dead of night. The poor warden, rudely awakened, peers out of his window and looks down: ‘What is it, my man?’
The fellow cringes and replies, ‘Please Sir, I am so sorry to disturb you, but my folks threw me out of the house, and told me to find shelter here if I could’.
‘Why, what on earth have you done to upset them?’ asks the warden.
‘Please Sir, I haven’t done anything. I only keep telling them I like socks.’
‘You like socks?’ asks the warden, puzzled. ‘What’s wrong with liking socks? I like socks too!’
‘You do, Sir, really?’ the man beams with pleasure. ‘and do you like them with tomato sauce?’
A man rattles the knocker at the door of the warden of the lunatic asylum at dead of night. The poor warden, rudely awakened, peers out of his window and looks down: ‘What is it, my man?’
The fellow cringes and replies, ‘Please Sir, I am so sorry to disturb you, but my folks threw me out of the house, and told me to find shelter here if I could’.
‘Why, what on earth have you done to upset them?’ asks the warden.
‘Please Sir, I haven’t done anything. I only keep telling them I like socks.’
‘You like socks?’ asks the warden, puzzled. ‘What’s wrong with liking socks? I like socks too!’
‘You do, Sir, really?’ the man beams with pleasure. ‘and do you like them with tomato sauce?’
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8 comments:
Well there's occassionally just a fine line between genius and insanity !
Best wishes...
Ha!Ha!Ha! Although I could only make big saucer eyes when I read it through the first time around, and whatever else I might have been expecting - it wasn't the question at the end. I would have shut the door right then if I had been the warden...
I'm sure more sensible comments will follow. For now this is all I can muster before I start laughing again.
Thanks for the laugh, Suvro da.
Take care.
Shilpi
P.S: I wonder about the fine line between genius and madness in the case of the "Socks-man" though: there's no thin, or thick line here. There's an unbridgeable chasm, the size of the Grand Canyon separating a genius from Socks-man. Socks-man is very plainly mad and just mad and nothing but mad and seemingly and rather disconcertingly sane enough until that question. I won't even call him bizarre. I was thinking about him with an uneasy feeling while having my lunch today....
There are some other funny and not-so-funny exchanges between the mad and the sane that I'm reminded of from real life too. They can wait for some other day.
Shilpi
Sir,
This reminded me of another story very similar to this one. The tone of the story I am going to narrate will not be humorous though.
In an asylum there was a couple (Sam and Sherry) deeply in love with each other. They spent everyday together, rarely staying apart. The warden had also observed them and was happy to see their progress.
One day Sam fell into a pool of water and he did not know swimming; so he started drowning. Seeing this Sherry jumped into the pool ( without a thought ) and saved the boy from drowning. The warden came to know about this and was so impressed that he wanted to release both of them so that they could lead a normal life.
So the warden met Sherry, congratulated her for her brave deed and told her that she could go with Sam. To this Sherry replied :
"Give me 10 minutes Sir; Sam was all wet, so I have hung him to the ceiling fan to dry."
-Prithwis
Dear Sir,
I am laughing a lot, not just because of the post, but because, it has given me a sense of deja vu! I have SEEN socks being eaten with toamto sauce. My boxer Jimmy. He is an interesting young dog who eats socks, shoes, mud, frogs...well basically everything!! Jimmy could keep the revolting mix down but I don't the poor sock guy was able to! Thank you Sir :-) It was such a mundanely mundane Monday and I needed this laugh :-)
Regards,
Vaishnavi :-)
Many thanks, Shilpi, Prithwis and Vaishnavi. I have always maintained that one can do few better things for others than give them an opportunity for a belly laugh every now and then (so long as it is not something in bad taste)!
Comments such as yours greatly compensate for those from morons (who invariably write anonymously or with stupid pseudonyms) who write comments like 'poor joke'...without taking the trouble to offer something better!
Well it can be said of the guy who likes socks with tomato sauce, that knocking on a lunatic asylum wardens door at dead of night, indicates that he had at least arrived at the right place, if not at the right time !
The warden, going by his calm and compassionate response, seems to be quite used to such events.
I wonder what response this might have invoked had he knocked on the door of some other normal person (say in Dgp) ? Dread (loudly "Ke?").., cries for help (bacchao !!!) or a call to lynch (marr sala....) or maybe, just maybe, "Aashun, boshun, cha khaan !"
It's not easy - one needs some insight to understand and skill to deal with this.
Socks with sauce is really not so bad to some - just ask John Dryden (imaginatively).....Bev.
P.S: Loved Vaishnavi's point about the Boxer - I have two Pugs!!
I found the following today while looking around. I think it fits over here....
Dr. Leroy, the head psychiatrist at the local mental hospital, is examining patients to see if they're cured and ready to re-enter society.
"So, Mr. Clark," the doctor says to one of his patients, "I see by your chart that you've been recommended for dismissal. Do you have any idea what you might do once you're released?"
The patient thinks for a moment, and replies, "Well, I went to school for mechanical engineering. That's still a good field. Good money too. And I've also been thinking that I might write a book about my experiences here in the hospital - what it's like to be a patient here. People might be interested in reading a book like that. The one other thing I've been thinking is that I might be able to get a scholarship and go back to college to study art history, which I've grown very interested in lately."
Dr. Leroy nods and very happily says, "Yes, those all sound like interesting possibilities, and - "
The patient nods and says with a thoughtful expression in his eyes, "And the best part is, in my spare time, I can go on being a teapot."
Take care.
Shilpi
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