A superlative too many

Posted on by Dushyant Wadivkar

You fight it every day. In the way you say your name or sign it. In your voice and the way you tone it. Even more so now, at your quarter life check point, you wage an ever lasting struggle against being just… well… mediocre. From the car you drive to the way you drive it. To differentiate you shift later and brake harsher, regardless of the fact that the destination still remains average. You shoes and your denims whilst expensive and wholly functional seem yet again old and outdated. In a presentation, you begin slow and enunciate clearly. Until a question pops in the audience for which you have no answer. Then you stutter, the confident accent is dropped and the left hand desperately seeks a pen to twiddle. There in that blue projector beam you bask in the halo of mediocrity. You stand tall right until you face a taller opponent on the field. Your coverage holds his offense for perhaps a second more before he makes light of your outstretched hands and passes the object of the game to a well destined goal. In younger days, you would be scoring goals. Now, you play for the margin of defeat. In your loves, you seek excellence. In return, you find one way streets or simply paths of no return. The moon is only half bright and that romantic number in the background is always playing much too loud. If it isn’t the food that turns out paltry, then it is the conversation after. In essence, entirely passable. More examples of ordinariness follow; on you way home, through a thin walled apartment and on to a grossly non ergonomic couch! The windows in the best of efforts still let the dust come through to settle on the coffee table. The plain vanilla walls only drive home the point. However, in true Shakespearean fashion, you see the light. The fact that the non mediocre bleed too, just the same. That in their six figure salaries and their six-cylinder Porsche’s in California’s twisty valleys, you see ample broken hearts or balding heads. Mediocrity, it seems, leaves no one alone. With that established, you submit yourself to bed. You adjust the filter on your eyes. Wipe your recent observations. Start with a new game with scores leveled and 0 – 0 and look towards a new Monday morning to finally leave it behind. To go one up on the stead fastest competitor of them all… Mediocrity

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