See the big picture, my friend. Everyday living is painful anyways.
Johnny Kay has always been the same. Johnny Kay. J-O-H-N-N-Y Kay. The grey shade in the life of his close ones. 70 year old soul trapped in a 20 year old body. That is Johnny Kay. Living for the love of music. And books. He could read Dante and Shakespeare at the same time and with same devoutness. 5 feet 5 inches tall Johnny Kay, falling 5 inches short of his parents expectations. Curly hairs. Always seen with those square-framed pitch black spectacles put on. The world would love him or hate him, but it could not deny his existence. Johnny Kay, or as his close ones called him, Yokay, a portmanteau of Yogi and Kay; Yogi because Johnny had started his walk on the path of enlightenment very early, though he could not go far since his parents wanted him to finish his graduation first.
‘Why are you always like this? Go out, meet people, make friends!’
‘How many friends did you make today, pal? Five? Ten? I tell you, books are the only friends that won’t betray. Be wary of people.’
‘Oh! I see. I see. Johnny Kay is afraid of betrayal. I thought, you weren’t afraid of anything in this goddamn world!’ , chuckles his friend.
‘Well, even robots are being trained nowadays to learn emotions, feel fear. I am definitely afraid of certain things. Like dog. Like darkness. But not betrayal; as Murphy’s Law says – If something can go wrong, it will, and it will in the worst possible way.’
‘Okay. And what does Murphy’s Law say about the distinctive eerie smell that has filled your room?’, said he while covering his noes with him palm.
Johnny Kay has lived the same way. His room smells as if he has housed a corpse in the net room for eagles to feast on. Except that it is not the corpse but a pile of unwashed clothes from the week before, and the week before, and the week before; like the clothes have been there since the universe came into existence.
‘I can see that you aren’t accustomed to the smell. Feel free to criticize. It’s a democracy anyways.’
‘Can’t you get this pile of shit cleaned?’
‘Just because you can do something does not mean you should. Like I can break your head with this tennis bat right now, but I won’t.’
‘And why would you not do that?’
‘Because your brain is like this pile of clothes. Full of shit. And I won’t want that my room starts smelling worse.’
‘You think that you have answer to everything, isn’t it?!’
‘Nope. You come up with so many questions. And none makes sense to me.’
‘Okay. So you discuss sensible stuff eh! So tell me. Why is there so much poverty in our country?’
‘Did you measure poverty?’
‘Nope. But people say so. And everybody is seeing it.’
‘And what are they doing about it?’
‘What can people do about it?’
‘Exactly my question to the people.’, smiles Johnny.
P.S. – The character of Johnny Kay is purely fictional. Please feel free to share your views in the comments section 🙂 . Nothing is of greater helpful for a writer than honest criticism 🙂 .