Time
is a flawed concept. It is one of the shittiest jokes that nature could ever
play. But just like everything else, we endure it. Much like time, happiness is
a rotten concept. So much has been written and spoken about it that now it
seems almost idealistic.
I
was, and someplace deep inside still am convinced with this. There comes a
phase when almost everything and everybody is conspiring against you. Every
single action or event compels you to believe that you are now rotten, just
like happiness.
You
sit in a corner of your room isolated, free from all the chaos, delimited by
absolute silence. And that silence is the root of your agony. You longed for it
when you didn't have it. But when you finally got it realization dawned and it
hit you in the face.
Amidst
the noise of silence, I did what I do best. Embracing the isolation, I picked
up a book and crossed the threshold into the virtual world. Marian Keyes’ ‘The Other
Side of the Story’ is rather an unusual story. But a perfect book to read in
times when you are on your way to self-destruction. The books starts on a
wrecked note and you realize that it is perfect. Reading about other people’s miserable
life is somehow comforting when you are on the same page as them.
But
as the book progressed, it delivered a strong vibe of optimism. Not the clichéd
concept but the kind where it tells you to stop over-analyzing, take a deep
breath and deal with whatever shit
you are going through. The lives of Gemma, Jojo and Lily are portrayed in a very
realistic fashion and that’s what made the book so appealing. It is fast paced
and makes you bubble up with happiness inside.
After
all happiness, however rotten it is is a rare thing and we have to take our
chances where we find them. We want to do the right thing – but how do we ever
know? There are no guarantees. I could rationalize until I was blue in the face
but then why not just accept and smile.
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