This is the story of an Indian tiger called Bal born in some place in Maharashtra, in India. He lived with humans in a posh area with the posh human beings ( who claim to be human!) The tiger, that is Bal was accepted by the decent folk of India, till he did fruitful work, like looked after the general needs of the crowd and safe guarded their interests. Whatever Bal did it was praised and enjoyed by the common folk.
When he growled , it was applauded by these common folk. Every mischief that he played was also taken in the right spirit by one and all. This pampering continued for quite some years. People got used to him around. At times he would be tame and at times he would growl to attract the attention of the crowd around. He loved his own growl a lot and assumed that every one loved it too!
He was getting old and so were the people around him, his growl too was not all that interesting. People , the ones, who praised him once were now getting fed up of him. He did'nt seem all that enjoyable anymore. He tried various small things to draw their attention , but the very same folk wouldn't acknowledge him anymore. His own kin too separated from him. He who was once treated like a king of the kings was now being challenged by his very own kin.
The tiger was now getting crazier! He couldn't bear the thought that he was being ignored by all. What could he do?..SAD!!!!
NOW ALL THAT HE DOES IS.. MAKE SANE PEOPLE CRAZY?...THAT IS OUR ...BAL !!!