The Proximity of Pleasure
A book by Joanne Rowling always manages to pick me up when I’m down. And at times when I’m feeling peaceful, it usually adds some extra zing, and then some. If i remember correctly, it was Mrs Rowling whose stories initially pushed me towards literature. And now, the books serve as anesthetics that go a long way in blurring some painful images.
Somewhere, some place other than where I am, there must be a wave of happiness that flows through people. There must be a god who laughs hysterically, looking down at the people who run around in an unknown hurry- trying to jump deeper into their own woven, complex lives. I’m pretty sure that I’ve caught his attention on more than a single occasion- as he looks down on me, he probably doesn’t smile all that much. Perhaps he doesn’t find it quite as much amusing as some of the other stories that he has created. I’m a draft that gets updated once in a while but never gets posted. And my life hangs in the balance like an unscripted blog written by someone who faces a lack of connectivity.
Eccentricity has never been one of my finer talents- And so it would appear, in my daily interactions. But somehow, in the middle of each passing day- whether I’m staring down on my workstation in the afternoon, or sitting by the pavement with a cigarette between my teeth- I’m constantly amazed at the speed at which the world keeps moving past me. My attempts to stop it- or at the very least, try a short pause, seem extremely futile.
Diseases, accidents, careers, habits, routines and pleasures- all of them exist at the same time, blending into one sparkling cocktail of information that keeps buzzing in my head. Sometimes, it’s difficult to track everything down and make sense of it all. At other times, a sense of purpose creeps in- slowly, yet meticulously. It twirls like a torrent in a corner of my head- and keeps reminding me that there are better days to come. The third day of November has gone by- so has the fourth. The fifth holds no real significance except for the fact that its a new day. With newer possibilities. And I’ll do my best to be the best person I can be.
In the interstices, I have Mrs Rowling’s new book to keep me alive, well and thinking.
Pleasure, is just a few days away. Few inches, maybe.
