Mad or what?

Just the other day somebody screamed at me,” Are you mad?” I feigned deafness. But honestly speaking aren’t we all mad in ways that we are completely unaware?
The industry I belong to is quite infamous for being the legal asylum for insane people. And I don’t have much to regret. This is what keeps us going and makes us little less mundane (with all the due respect).
But aren’t we all in the same boat? If not, then how could you explain?
• Women traveling far and spending double the amount to avail of the discount scheme, even if that means being sandwiched among smelly equally enthusiastic crowd to return in one piece
• The maddening “me first” competition every weekday morning to rush to office, even if that means honking continuously at a traffic signal flashing the immobile Red that even a blind wouldn’t miss
• Hunting for a bride who is rich (able to afford a grand dowry), fair complexioned, convent educated, highly qualified yet homely and domesticated. Even if the groom has never seen a college from inside, charcoal black complexioned, miserably under qualified and jobless
• Hopelessly hopeful about getting back in shape and looking good, when battering the eyelid is the only voluntary exercise you indulge in and oil-soaked food is a must have in the diet plan
• Cribbing about the unhygienic state of the neighbourhood, when all you do is dump the garbage bag in the vacant plot just adjacent (it's lying vacant you see, so who cares)
• Complaining about the sorry state of this country, when all you do is sit back and wait for your turn to fly abroad hopefully to never return (be as an illegal migrant in a room where you’ve to fight for every breath)

We all seem to be losing it. Yet we don’t miss a chance in calling each other by this infamous adjective. So what if I sing to myself while driving, shake my leg in public to my kind of music or talk to the dog about issues as serious as Indo-Pak relations? At least I am harmless.