A small chat with (fictional) grandpa, and an advice about living life we ought not forget.
I was sitting on my couch with TV remote in one hand and an expression on my face saying that I hated my life.
My Grandpa came in the room and sat on his chair. He watched me change the channel frequently which was almost every minute. Then he got up and went back to his room.
I was relieved thinking that another opportunity of talking with him was avoided. Phewww… I was bored already, spare me from yet another long lecture.
Soon after, he came out with his regular diary and started scribbling down.
I watched him for a while. He kept on scribbling something in his decade old diary. He did that a lot. And by a lot, trust me, a lot!
“Don’t you get bored doing that all the time?” I couldn’t resist myself from asking.
“Nope.” Said he without even looking up.
After another few minutes of changing the channels I asked him “How can you like your life when you have nothing exciting to do?”
He finished his last para without answering me anything. Then he kept his stuff aside and looked directly at me.
“It all depends on how you define excitement…”
I made a confused expression at him.
“Why do you think that there’s no excitement in my life?” he asked. His eyes behind his round glasses showed excitement already.
“All you do is roam around the house with no work to do. Half the times you keep on humming your old songs, which I don’t understand, and at times you write those stories and stuff in your diary. There’s no wow moment in your day or any shock moment at all. Sometimes you fall asleep sitting in your chair, which gets me so scared at times. Where’s excitement in all this?” I blabbered out.
“Is your life exciting enough for you?” he asked a question, keeping all my questions aside. I hated when he did that, but he will weave everything together I knew it.
“Nope. And that annoys me a lot. When I see in my past, there was lot of excitement all the time. New people to meet, new places to go, new things to learn… There was always something to look forward to. Now all I do is work all day long. There’s nothing to do on weekends but another kind of work. Nothing excites me. I miss da old times…” I said in a fashion, which felt weird afterwards.
He kept on looking at me for a while, then said “So how do you want your life to be like?”
I was waiting for this question. “I want my life to be filled with emotions and zest. I should not be having even a single second of boredom. One after other, there should be some or other adventure. Nothing should repeat in my life. Every new day should be a new episode of life. In a way, I want my life to be a movie…”
My eyes were gleaming with elation. My fantasies and dreams had rushed out of those tiny little imaginative eyes with a thrill on my face.
“Isn’t it already a movie?” he asked.
“No way! And even if it is, it is hell of a boring story!” I said.
“Hmm… You remember all of your days back in your past?” He asked.
“No. Just a few moments.” I answered.
“And why’s that?” he asked.
I wanted to say ‘How am I supposed to remember everything?’, but this was a trick question I knew it. So I just shrugged.
He continued “Your life is already a movie if you look at it. When you go back in your past, all you see is those moments which were extreme for you, be it anger, happiness or grief. You will remember only the best of episodes. And all the boring normal stuff will not come to your mind.”
“You feel bored in present. And fear that future will be more boring. You want twists and turns every minute in your life – like movies. But tell me one thing… How long is your favorite movie?”
“Around 3 hours…?” we both said together.
“And your life is stretched for more than 20 million times of that.”
He took a pause for letting me chew over that.
“You’ve not even reached intermission in your life. And you think that it’s boring already? If you scale down your whole life to 3 hours time, see how excitement fills up the empty spaces. It may not be as dramatic as an actual movie, but why don’t you make it that way?”
“My dear child, each one of us here… has a life like a movie story. Only the genre is decided by us. You like comedy, comedy it is. You like action movie, action it is. But if you stretch a movie to 70 years long life, there are bound to be empty spaces, boring frames in between. Accept that boredom and live on… Make the movie worth the ticket price.” 😉
He completed with a winking eye and went along humming his old song. I still couldn’t understand what he was singing, but yes, his words were engraved in my mind.