[Read part 1 of the Roy G Biv series.]
“I think I have a spark… an idea… for the next piece in my story. Speaking of which, did you read the first part?”
“Yeah, I did. It was pompous as f*ck”, said Vikrant.
“Thanks. Constructive criticism, always a welcome.”
“Hey, I’m a big fan of your writing. You usually sound extremely self aware, but this time, you seem to be pushing for some higher level of abstraction, which just does not cut it for me.”
“Well, life isn’t always so straightforward.”
“I think it is, we just end up over-complicating it for our own good. You just need to chill and grab a smoke”.
“It’s fall, look at your surroundings. Such a scenic visual. Beautiful sun-kissed orange leaves. Interspersed between reds and yellows. Covering up otherwise dust laden roads. I don’t need no cigarette to chill, this picture does it for me.”
“What’s so fancy about dead leaves? Also what happens when it’s winter, and there’s no scenic beauty? Apart from physically chilling, how do you chill mentally?”
“I don’t know. Ask me this question again later. I’ll come up with something obnoxious by then”.
“Done! So, how’s work these days?”
“You know how it is, being in academia. I feel burnt out. I think I’ve been working too much.”
When Vikrant isn’t being a pain in the ass, he is a good friend of mine. I can talk to him about anything under the sun. Mostly figuratively, but sometimes even literally. I usually turn to him for some sane advice to keep me from soaring too high in the sky. So, if he thinks I need a realistic touch to this story, here it is. Incorporated!
But, let’s come back to the workings in the mind of a intellectual nomad, named Vedika. Have you ever felt so engrossed in your own life, that you’ve just started failing to appreciate the sundry beautiful things around you? Yes?
Then you know what I feel like. As a kid, I was surrounded by the best scientists and academicians of the world. Twenty four years and a series of mishaps and fortunes later, I got sucked into the reality of my very surroundings.
I think we academicians derive an intense sense of satisfaction from the feeling of being intellectually superior to everyone around us. We have been trained, for years, to exercise our mental faculties for the most arduous processes, that it seems impossible to not overthink things. Not to me at least.
Which means, if I work hard, I work so hard that I forget to eat or even sleep right. And so that brings us to my current state of a burn out. I’ve lost my motivation to work. The fire within me seems to be annihilating slowly.
I think, for some time, for the sake of my own sanity, I need to switch off. Sit in a dark corner. Re-evaluate the purpose of my life.
“All lights are out. There’s no power any where. Where are you?”
“I’m at home. I was sleeping. What’s happening?”
“Don’t you see it? Just look outside your window. Look at the skies.”
Engulfing the entirety of the outskirts of campus town was smoke. And then there was fire.
And for the first time in my life, I saw the light. Shining bright and yellow, right in front of me.
[This was part 2 of the Roy G Biv series.]