Harsha sat on the terrace of his building. It was a warm summer day. There was a gentle breeze blowing from the east. In the sky, clouds were taking wonderful shapes. Some looked like horses and others like fish. But Harsha did not notice either the breeze or the clouds, because he was unhappy.
Why was Harsha unhappy? Harsha was unhappy because his parents were fighting. His mother wanted to go out and watch a movie in a theatre while his father wanted to stay at home and watch a football match on television.
Harsha was unhappy because his sister had been on the mobile phone all day. Ever since she had passed out from school and joined college she found no time to play with him. But she always found time to chat with her new college friends on her phone.
Harsha was unhappy because Ritwik Uncle was sitting at his desk groaning. His stomach was upset and he had a headache. It had something to do with the party he had attended the previous night. No medicines worked. “Leave me alone!” he had yelled when Harsha had entered his room.
Harsha wanted to play a video game. But his mother would not allow it. Harsha wanted to go out and play in his friend’s house. But his father would not allow it. Harsha wanted to eat an ice cream. “Only after dinner,” his mother had said sternly.
Harsha had clearly many reasons to be unhappy. So he went to the terrace of his building and began feeling sorry for himself. “I think I am the unhappiest person in the world,” he said.
“Oh, come on!” said a cloud in the sky. “You are not the unhappiest person in the world. No one is as unhappy as Indra.”
Harsha looked up at the cloud. It looked like a huge cotton ball. “Who is Indra?” he asked.
“He is the god of the sky, ruler of the stars and the planets, the god who makes rain fall on earth.”
“How can a god be unhappy?” wondered Harsha.
“I will take you to his palace in the sky and you can ask him yourself,” said the cloud. That sounded like an interesting idea. Harsha jumped on the back of the talking cloud and it zoomed up like a rocket.
In less than a minute, Harsha found himself standing before Indra.
Indra was reclining on a grand throne that had many cushions on it. Above him was a rainbow. Below his feet were the stars.
“Welcome to Paradise,” said Indra. “I am Indra, ruler of the sky, the stars, the planets and the clouds. I am the unhappiest person in the world. And you must be Harsha, the boy who claims to be the unhappiest person in the world.”
Harsha nodded his head.
“Do you know what your name means?” asked Indra.
“Yes,” said Harsha. “It means the happy one.”
Indra sneered, “Clearly not a good name for you.”