Legend says there was a town, people were in some plenty, gleeful and only entertainment was a circus. The favourite act was by a clown with an absurd and hilarious Pantomime routine. For decades the Clown entertained the civil crowd and they were always satiated after the show. But as time passed, the size of the crowd started to reduce. The owner of the circus, worrying about lost of the interest but much more of the profit, understanding the unsaid demand of the crowd, introduced two more clowns to have more routines and options for the crowd. The crowd started to pour in but to dismay of the owner, the crowd started to decrease again. Worried to lose money, he ordered the clowns to do whatever to retain and engage the crowd as much as possible. The clowns started to improvise on the stage, the one with Mime as his forte is now limericks, the one on unicycle is parodying. The boundaries of their niches start to become more fluid, and the most sad part was that the more violent or shocking their act was, the more applause they got from the crowd. It was so hard to make a distinction now whether the crowd is deciding what they enjoy or the clowns are deciding for the crowd. In the end the it has become a circus of people, for the people and by the people.
