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The Last Performance: The Story Of A Clown

"My soul and my clothes worn-out,
no matter what I did, they chuckled their hearts out.
I wept a river of tears only to have it masked by their cheers.
They never saw beneath the skin, oh what a dreadful sin;
they never understood my cries, so
I set out to become the supreme of their doubts...

The Last Performance: The Story Of A Clown

The Last Performance: The Story Of A Clown

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The Narrator (In trembling voice)

The Narrator (In trembling voice)

On 25th Anniversary of this theatre, let me share with you a story. You all asked me so many questions, and all these time I kept silent. It was hard for me, but this time, I am going to speak.

Very soon, I am going to die, NO! Don't feel sad. Nobody gets out alive from the circle of life, but there's one case that changed the life of a doctor and dragged him into the world of theatre. I own this drama company for a reason, and I owned it on the first Friday of October, for a reason. It's a tribute to my patient who gave me a smile and asked for nothing in return. Not even cure for his pain.

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time...

I was the youngest and the most famous doctor in the country. People of all age came to me seeking a cure. In my profession, we are taught that 'A doctor should never be emotionally attached to his patients, and I did exactly the opposite.'

And because of my different ethical values, I always had some different cases to handle. A patient came to me after fixing an appointment. He was late, and I was about to go home because I've been waiting for the circus that is going to take place tomorrow on the first Friday of October. I've spent more than a year waiting for it, as my favourite artist is going to perform. Joker Keith Kirin, but, somehow his eyes begged me for the attention, he wanted to get cured so desperately, that I couldn't deny him.

Appointment No. 23!

Appointment No. 23!

He was this guy, holding his file and an apology on his lips, he talked to me, and I sensed that this man hardly smiles. To remove my doubts, I shared with him the latest joke told by the famous clown in the world, Keith Kirin, but he didn't laugh.

I asked him to have a seat and shared with him another rib-tickling joke of a clown Kirin, but he didn't laugh. Maybe my comedy timing wasn't that good.

Well, I asked: Tell me what can I do for you, young man? And then what he replied was something that I just tried to cure a few seconds ago, Smile. 

He said, "I haven't smiled since my birth; please make me smile."

I said: Tell me something about yourself. (Words came out of my mouth instinctively.)

The life of an Orphan!

The life of an Orphan!

He started speaking, his soft and soothing voice melt into my ears, and every word he spoke hit my heart. He said, "I don't have any identity, I don't know where I was born or who my mother is, I don't have friends because I don't get along with people so easily, I don't talk to everyone, and I hardly come out of my room with my real identity. I want to smile; I want to feel,  and there's only one person in the world who can bring that for me, you! 

I've lived a life of an orphan, and the chances are that I'll die as an Orphan, and I have no problem with it, but I have an issue with my soul as it does not agree to smile alone. I have a problem with people around me who are not bothered about my smile.

Narrator/Doctor: Suddenly the man lost control and started speaking in a loud voice.

Every damned person in this world is worried only about their smile. I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to laugh when someone else is crying; I don't know. Why is someone not happy about their neighbours? Why is it that we have stopped caring for our society? People are so much in pain that they need to go to a circus to find a reason to smile? I don't need that.

Narrator/Doctor: It took me a moment to come out of my thoughts, it felt like, I am his patient and he is my doctor. Imagine how much have we harmed ourselves and the people around us, that brings us to a phase of life where we are dependent on certain shows to smile our hearts out.

I once thought that I could smile, but...

I once thought that I could smile, but...

Narrator/Doctor: I asked him when was the last time you felt close to a smile that you want to have?

He calmed down and tears started rolling down his eyes; he took a moment, and in his soft voice, the man said, I was on my own at the age of 18, just like any other average man in this country. My orphanage fulfilled their basic responsibilities and then asked me to lead my life alone. I easily got the job, but people there behaved like a machine, except for one girl. I was falling in love with her, for the first time in my life I felt that I could smile. The girl found out that I am an orphan, and didn't consider me of her class.

Since then, I have never smiled. Doc, please put a smile on my face. Cure my sadness. Please, Doc.

And I thought this would help him.

And I thought this would help him.

Narrator/Doctor: What I could do possibly? I need to make this guy smile in the next 24 hours. I need to cure him, but no medicine in this world can heal a sad heart. We both were silent for more than 30 minutes, and both were lost in our thoughts. I took out my glasses and cleaned my eyes. Then, an idea came to my mind- I should take him to that show. The circus.

He didn't laugh at my jokes, but I am damn sure that the world's best clown wouldn't fail to make him laugh. I assembled my breath and asked him to accompany me to the show tomorrow.

The Last Performance!

The Last Performance!

I said, to smile, you'll have to understand that it's only you who is responsible for this. There are people in this world who are an orphan, who lost their love, who don't get along with people easily, but they smile. They smile on how imperfect this world is, and they smile on how imperfect the people are, they smile on the power of this nature.

All I am trying to say is, come with me to a Circus tomorrow. A clown is going to perform in it; Even a dead man would laugh at his jokes. Joker Keith Kirin is going to act, come with me. I bet it'd make you laugh.

It was morning already; the whole night had passed.

It was morning already; the whole night had passed.

He thought for a second and replied in the lowest tone of his voice, Doc, I am that Joker. I am Keith Kirin. I've been waiting for this moment all my life to meet you. I would've come earlier, but...

That night when she left me, and I left the job, I was roaming around all night when I saw a poster that said, A drama company requires a Joker. I went there putting on my makeup and since then...

Well, I guess, I'll have to go. I need to rehearse and get ready for my performance. Goodbye, Doc.

And then he performed on stage!

And then he performed on stage!

Narrator: The man who inspired me, the man I always admired, the man who is the reason behind my smile, was sitting in front of me all night long, how come I forgot to ask his name at first? I couldn't  ask him for the autograph, what should I do? I should click a picture with him, ahh no! That'd be selfish. Before I can answer all the questions that my soul asked me, He was gone.

My heartbeat wasn't normal; I felt as if I've met the God. I went back home and was waiting all day long for the clock to ring at 8:00 pm. It finally did, and I was in this theatre, watching my favourite Joker perform, the audience went crazy, but I didn't smile that day because I know that the man behind the mask is not happy.

He left the Circus and me...

He left the Circus and me...

After the show had ended, I went directly to see him and talk to him, but he wasn't there. I searched for him like a father looks for a son! But, I couldn't find him. Someone noticed a sticky note on my back, and it read:

"My soul and my clothes worn-out,
no matter what I did, they chuckled their hearts out.
I wept a river of tears only to have it masked by their cheers. 
They never saw beneath the skin, oh what a dreadful sin; 
they never understood my cries, so 
I set out to become the supreme of their doubts.
This is not an ordinary tale,
It is a story of a Clown." - A Clown

I own this theatre, with a hope in my heart, that someday, on this stage, I'll see him, I'll meet my clown son! Today is the World Smile Day and the 25th anniversary of this theatre. I welcome you all, at the Kirin's Theatre.

Happiness is at this moment, in our thoughts.

We only need to find out, how to make happiness happen. 

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