As a child, I used to hear that acquiring crazy.

As a child, I used to hear that acquiring crazy.

But now I can say with certainty that it really does happen. I have seen it in action. Often, books are delivered to my home through the post, and at the same time, my gardener Jeera is busy pruning the plants, so he receives the books. There is a lemon tree in my yard that bears lemons in every season. That day, I was picking some lemons when a vine broke through the main gate.

The gardener was watering the plants. He turned off the water tap and went out the gate. After a while, he returned with a bundle in his hand, the packaging of which indicated that there were books inside. I opened the package right there and started looking at the books. The gardener came closer to me and said softly, "Sir, reading more books increases the thirst for knowledge."

I looked at him in shock and smiled, "These are all imaginary things, uncle. This doesn't happen because of knowledge." Upon hearing this, the gardener took off the cloth he had on his shoulder, wiped the sweat, and looked at me intently. Sir! There is such a person in our village, my ears perk up.

"Who is that?"

Jire Mali pulled out his teeth, Master Gaon Gaon. It turned out that in Jire's village, only one person has been literate in the last fifty years, and he too has gone mad. He was the headmaster of a school in the city, then he returned to the village and now he is walking around carrying a brick in his hand, Gaon, Gaon. Jire Mali's village was in a remote area, but I was overcome with curiosity. I asked, "Uncle, can I go to your village and see that master?"

Jere shrugged his shoulders and said, "We can see when we want, but the road to our village is very bad, the car won't go." I quickly asked, "Does it go by train or bus?" He nodded in the affirmative. "Only the bus goes, but you have to change two buses."

I got the address of his village from Jere, found out a name for the reference and left on Saturday night. After a long journey of three hours, when I reached the village, it was already evening. The road was really bad, the whole anjar-pinjar was gone. I was getting very tired, so as soon as I entered the village, I asked for the man mentioned by Uncle Jere and reached there.

This man was Aunt Jeera's brother-in-law, Nahla, and had considerable influence in the village. He met me with great affection and arranged a bed especially for me in the sitting room. He invited me to dinner. When we were talking to him, I deliberately brought up the subject of Master Ghaun, Ghaun, and Nehle laughed, saying, "He's crazy, he'll beat me with a brick." I took a sip of lassi.

"Does he throw bricks at anyone he sees?" Nehle shook his head in the negative.

No, if he keeps talking, he doesn't seem crazy, but "if the discussion gets a little long, he suddenly picks up the brick."

I blushed, if that was really the case, then it was very important to meet Master Ghaung Ghaung, I wanted to know how knowledge had driven him mad.

It was agreed with Nehle that in the morning he would take me along with the villagers to meet the master. The next day after breakfast, all the villagers gathered. There was such joy on their faces as if they were going to a festival. I asked Nehle why these people were going together.

Nehle laughed, "They are just enthusiasts of the entertainment industry. Anyway, these people understand the mind of the master more. They will talk to the master. You just have to stay back and watch how the master first talks crazy and then picks up the brick."

"I asked an important question, does Master Sahib's family also live together?" Nehla laughed. No! They are in the city, only the master is left here to put on a show.

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