Hey I'm a happy person, well not really a happy person but my job is to keep you people happy, your happiness is what gives me happiness. What's more sad than a tear of a Clown? Yeah my name doesn't matter much, but I was born in an ordinary family, who weren't rich obviously. My life wasn't full of fun or something that I would go on telling people about. But it wasn't bad either, the worst stage of my life took place when I was in 5th grade, my dad passed away. My mom married another man soon who wasn't really nice. But she had no choice, we would die from starving if she hadn't. My step father, was a man who used to drink a lot. He often used to come home and beat me without a reason. I remember those days when I used to lock myself in a room and cry. In 7th grade, I was known as the joker of my class. Not because my life was full of happiness. Not because I read a book of jokes which I want to share. I loved making people laugh. Their happiness used to make my pain fade. I had friends who appreciated me and told me that I'm the funniest person they know and probably the happiest. Soon time passed by, I had to quit school after 8th because my step father told me that that's enough education. So then I quit. My step father used to spend all the money he had on drinking. So we used to starve most of nights when he used to sip and smoke. I started going for work when I was 14, working in the fields and in people's houses. The money I earned was used for buying food for us. I used to get a lot of beatings from the master of this house where I used to clean plates. I still remember once how he hit me with his belt for breaking a plate. So time passed by again. When I was 23 my step father passed away. And I had to get a job. My mom told me that there was a vacancy in the circus nearby. So I went. And I spoke to the manager of the circus and he said that I could be a Clown. I wasn't very happy on hearing that. I went home and told my mom, she said clown or whatever as long as you earn money it's alright. Now you know money is the most important thing, which people work their asses off to earn. So I went back to the manager next day and I agreed. So I became a clown of the circus. Since I was good at making jokes I thought I would do well. Today was my first event. I tried some jokes on the audience which didn't even work. Some people boo-ed some threw stuff at me. I was hurt. I went back to the manager. He told me that it was common and I had to keep smiling. Because a clown doesn't frown. So I had to go back to the stage and I did make few more jokes and one worked out. And everyone was laughing. After a lot of hard work I became successful as a clown. Well then after years when I was 29. I met this girl, one day after the circus was over, she came and told me that I was amazing, I was really happy, I haven't heard any words of appreciation since 7th. So I smiled and told her thankyou. She laughed and she introduced herself and I did the same. We became close in the coming days and became good friends and then best friends. Then one day I was thinking about her before sleeping, and I realized I had caught feelings for her and that she's special and she makes me happy and I thought of telling her that. The next day I told her what I had in my mind. She told she likes me too. From then the most beautiful part of my life started. I haven't ever got love from anyone,and it felt great when I did. So then one day she told me that she wanted to marry me. And that she would speak to her mom about it. I was happy, it would be amazing to get a girl like her I thought. The next day she didn't come to me after the show was over. I was worried, even the day after she didn't show up. Then I saw her once at a mall. I had just got my salary of 100$ and I thought of proposing her in the mall itself so I went to a jewelry shop and bought a ring worth 100$ and I went behind her. She pretended as if she didn't see me, I followed her and then I caught her hand. She turned back, she wasn't excited to see me, I asked her about what her mom said. She said that we needed to talk so we went to a quite place, and then she told me that she spoke to her mom about it and she was going to agree but she did not when she told her that I'm a Clown. And her mom told her who would want to marry a clown and live the rest of life like a joke?and then she arranged her marriage with someone else. After saying that she left. I was heartbroken. I walked home alone, I gave the ring to my mom and told her how much she meant to me, she cried and told she loves me. I heard that for the first time from her. I cried all night. The next day I went to circus with a heavy heart. It was my event. I went on the stage. She was sitting in the front seat with another guy who I knew she was gonna marry. My heart started to sink. I could feel a tear in my eye. Clowns don't cry I told myself I had to dance with this dwarf that was what I was supposed to do that day. And so I did, she was laughing. I tried my best not to cry, and after half an hour the event was over. I ran to the locker and I cried. My make up was ruined. The manager saw me, he patted me in the back and said. You're a Clown. Whatever problems you have in life should be hidden inside. And you should keep smiling always, who would want to see a tear of a clown he asked. So after many more years. I still worked in the same circus. Problems came and went, and I continued making people laugh, after all it's what I do. -Vishakh Guruprasad
