I knew a respectable alcoholic, who was very virtuous. He had recently rented a flat in a new neighborhood. In the last area where he had stayed, he was ridiculed as a drunk. Every night he used to come stumbling and the residents used to play pranks and criticise him.

In the new neighborhood, he contemplated changing his ways. Now also he returns home at almost midnight but the residents don’t make fun of him. When he comes to the entrance of his lane, he turns around. Then he walks backwards slowly,without losing his balance and enters his house.

It took the residents a few days to figure out his trick. They call him mad but not a drunkard. The youth in the area call him a comedian. Our man has got used to this.