Joys

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It had been one of those run-of-the-mill days with an equally predictable work routine. I was trying (in vain) to stifle huge lazy yawns. To banish boredom, I was shuttling e-mails, rather “interesting ones” with a very “close” friend of mine. Then he smashed one mail cross-court and the writing was on the wall, “Have you written anything on joy, happiness or love? If so, I would like to read it.”

The flow of mails between us had always been very spontaneous with very little inhibition. It was like carrying on a conversation face-to-face, the topics morphing from mundane to spicy, from suggestive banter to raucous humour, from illusions to harsh reality, from angry blasts (always from my end) to apologies (also always from my end). For an eternal moment, my fingers froze on the keyboard, for the first time undecided about my answer.

We usually dished out generous helpings of philosophy, each one trying to prove his/her point and both of us being pigheaded enough to refute reason very logically. Usually it was a mammoth waste of time but good exercise of our grey cells. Secretly, I am of the opinion that we enjoyed this exchange and we very diplomatically ended the debate with, “I would like to know more about your views and ideas about this and I guess we are adult enough to accept and handle ourselves”.

I was plunged in the tumultuous sea of thoughts, it was like being swamped by one gigantic wave one after another. Time for coffee and retrospection — both are bitter. It is the ultimate truth how sorrow and all negative emotions take precedence over those elusive, transient happy flashes. No wonder! They are so cherished! It is just so easy at times to put your heart rending tales on paper, often being selfish enough to presume that your sorrow cannot be greater than the person next to you. I have been proved wrong and I stand corrected. Sorrow like happiness is relative, the degree varies from one individual to another. That was one helping of philosophy I accepted from him without a question.

Going back to happy thoughts, so many things make me happy and yet I remember so few of them. May be I take happiness for granted and sorrow as the raw deals of fate. How many times do I remember the joy of being woken up in the morning by a wet lick from Duchess (my darling doggie), the joy of home cooked food served by an over-indulgent mom, the joy of laughing over an obscene joke with pals, the joy of opening your mail box in the morning and seeing the mail you have been expecting for so long, the joy of living, the joy of loving, the joy of being loved “

I want to capture this moment before it all fades away and I want to relive it over and over again when I am down in the dumps feeling extremely sorry for myself. To that ”special“ friend of mine, ”Someone, Somewhere“, the memories of joys like sorrows in our lives are eternal, not transient. So, here’s to life ”