DO YOU DARE YOURSELF TO LOVE A PAGAL?

as i entered the hallways of my new internship area of a reputed government hospital, a rush of adrelin choked my throat as i was very nervous about how the interview would go.
i stopped by a pillar and asked a security guard for the way to the psychiatry department.
he initially glanced me a sympathetic look but then pointed his hand towards 2nd floor, confused at his reaction i went upstairs.
DR XYZ HOD PSYCHIATRY......the board proclaimed of various degrees my future mentor had obtained . the clerk stationed outside the door hinted me to wait as 100 more students were too waiting for their turn.
sensing my discomfort one of the senior most guards started telling me about the dr and his ideologies........suddenly out of nowhere we all heard a most painful scream....a scream of a 5 year old child who was being dragged recklessely by the hospital officials she struggledof getting freed .....rolling on the dirty floor, moving her legs and arms ,she tried protesting in every way possible  but all in vain.
aghast seeing such ruthless behaviour i turned towards the uncle who a moment ago was happily boasting about the dept......again reading my mind he said in a grim voice" beti daro mat pehli pehli baar dekh rhi ho na ....ye sarkari aspataal h...yahan aise hi hota hai..."
WRONG ...I WASNT SCARED OF THE CHILD.....I WAS SCARED OF THE WAY THESE GUYS WERE GONNA TREAT THE LITTLE KID
"uncleji dont you think that these people too have feelings....humiliating them in a public place...wont it make them more resentful?" i asked with my voice actually shivering.
"beti ...ye PAGAL hain....inhe sahi galat ki pehchaan nhi or tum chinta mat karo...apna interview p dhyaan do ye sab to chalta hi rehta h"
CHALTA HI REHTA HAI?!!!! WAS THIS GUY CRAZY OR WHAT....FOR A MOMENT I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS A PAGAL!
after a series of such shocking incidents my heart was pumping anger instead of blood.....
INTERVIEWEE 190 ...the assistant came out and announced my number....with so many thoughts swirling inside ....i entered the room
"lets cut the crap and come straight to the point ...." the hod barked as he seemed too tired to interview any more students
"just tell me any one reform that you would like to bring in this dept" he asked
"sir the dept is alright....the doctors ...instruments ....everything is perfect...what actually is ruining the repo of psychiatry in india is the LAME MINDSET AND UNREASONABLE LABELLING.
according to me the definition of the mentally weak should be changed"
"what the hell are you talking about ...are you challenging the american association of psychology who invented such a crisp definition!" he almost shouted
"no sir not at all.....but a layman in india does not know what psychology and psychiatry is all about....for them every person going to the psychologist is either a pagal or suicidal.......all i am trying to say is that we need to reframe who a pagal is.....it could be me you or anybody else who needs a little more love and care than the rest of the SO CALLED NORMAL HOMO SAPIENS."
"you may go out" he dryly said
i thanked him for his time and knowing that i wasnt obviously clearly going to be selected i left for the room where that child was taken to.....
reaching there i was astonished...the little one had completely stopped crying and was now engrossed playing with the toys
suddenly tap on my shoulder and saw that it was uncleji who had toys in his hands that he bought.
"beti....ye meri poti hai{dear, she is my grand daughter}.......COMPLETELY DISTRESSED AND OUTRAGED....I WAS PREPARED FOR SOME MORE SHOCKS THAT I WONT BE ABLE TO DIGEST
" ye pagal hai.....maine aisa kyu kaha tum yhi soch rhi ho na?"
before i could answer he said
"hindustan m aise logon ko pagal hi bolte hain...maine sab suna jo tumne dr se kaha...zyada angrezi samajh to na paya lekin ye zarur samajh gya ki tum aise logon se pyaar krna  aur yhi kuch tum mere sahab ko samjha rhi thi"
"uncle you dont worry ....everything will be fine" thats all i could say....before my heart could fill with tears and gratitude i left that place .
i could NOT UNDERSTOOD as i was flowing with emotions more than i could deal with
a week later.... ie today i am now working with a school who helps and trains these god gifted kids.
and i guess it is today that I HAVE UNDERSTOOD or atleast am trying to that these kids are no pagal....they too understand the meaning of HURT that today we normal people are inflicting them with.
they are just like us ....the only difference is that they see the stars a little more differently that we do....their brains are wired just a little more complexly than ours is.
yes you might think what about those wierd scary repetitive activities these kids do .....its just the same way of unloading themselves of all the negative emotions they face ...exactly the way we cry or shout when we are angry.
they might bang their heads ....scream spookily....but we at an individual level should try and understand the difficulty their family would be facing....not only in terms of medical problems but the cold looks of the society...the embarassment at the mall and what not
atleast we should try changing this embarassment into pride  
yes they are different from their brains but not the heart and they can too improve with love and the 2 magic words they respond most happily to- lets help giving these children a chance to embrace the warmth of KEEP SMILING:)
TRY BEING THE STARSOF THEIR SPECIAL SKIES