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Tuesday 15 May 2012

Height Of Joblessness - My Version

Attention readers : Please read it if you don't have any other work on your mind because you will enjoy reading this (did I say "enjoy") only if you are bored and if you don't care who I actually am. 




Constantly I get a glimpse or so of a TV advertisement being broadcast in between daily soaps being watched by my mom very sincerely and what I get to hear is "Isko laga dala to life jingalala" intermittently with my mom cursing the people behind this voice for interrupting the result of some heated discussion between family members over a family dispute from being revealed to her. But all the while I don't get to know what my mother wants the future of the cursed people because my entire focus is on this catchy dialogue which makes me relate it to several other alternatives other than the most obvious one.

How can somebody's life become "jingalala" ? If somebody ponders upon this question for some time then he will have many ideas which directly relate to his life and what his perspectives are about the world around him. Some want money and others pure happiness. Some are materialistic and others want peace of mind. But here I am not there to discuss what people want but would rather limit my discussion to what I want.

Its not an easy question to answer. To just say in one sentence I will say that I don't know what do I want. Yes. That's true. This implies either I don't want anything at all that cannot be true or it implies something more acceptable that I have many things on that particular list that is endless. That list is a random mixture of materialistic choices and some vital ingredients to maintain a healthy and vibrant life. A typical list for most of us. You will not want anything at all until all your five senses are working perfectly. Indirectly I mean to imply that you need to be healthy mentally as well as physically before you can actually think of something else.
Today we are surrounded by so much hype about all kinds of materialistic things that in spite of ourselves we are forced to get attracted and get a piece of junk at home announcing to everyone that this is the best thing that we could have done and that we have gained a competitive advantage which makes us the follower of changing times. Take, for example, the tablets and smartphones. But, lets come back to the point.

What attracts me the most or what I actually want to do is realized by myself during the time when we become privileged to keep ourselves idle or to be more precise during vacations. At the time when I write this I am on the third day of my vacations and believe me I am already getting bored. Why not because you cannot stare at walls the whole day long without doing something that doesn't literally shake you. I am back to my business of planning to read some awesome books and already there are some queued up. But to think beyond than that I do not get any happiness by staying at my home all day long. I want to explore. An unusual yearning to go out and look at the world around me. Classify this under a whim of a bored girl sitting all day at home but all the same hugely promising. What I have in my possession is just a wild imagination and nothing else not even the determination to do something similarly wild in reality as that seems something beyond me.

There are some fundamental rules of human nature that are so true and so inevitable that you start wondering there's some supernatural element controlling us. One such rule is "Even trivial tasks seem so enjoyable when you have a deadline to finish a task whereas even the most thrilling tasks seem boring when you actually get all the time in the world to do whatever you want." I am quite sure its a common feeling for most. That's why I call this a fundamental rule. So, now I don't find an interesting game to play and facebook has suddenly become so dull, weather has become so humid overnight, newspapers seem to be publishing boring and repeated news, people have started saying irritating stories, movies do not seem to have any variety or spice. Suddenly, the old photo album becomes so familiar I don't have the patience to flip through to the relevant ones and the music system has become old that it produces crappy music so much dissimilar to what it was just two days back when I had a lot to cram into my brain to reproduce in my answer sheet the very next day. Why such a rule exists will remain a deeper mystery that cannot be solved much to a great disappointment.

But when it comes to killing time then there are plethora of options available like for example posting such thoughts on my blog and then predicting what people reading this will make out of it. Well, this is just one of the several stupid activities to take up during your free time :

Activity 1: 
Go about roaming in the entire house and occasionally say a stupid name to my very busy little brother and then observe his reaction to make out how close it is to what I predicted.

Activity 2: 
Go through some especially cute photos of couples posted on various sites on the internet (you don't have to google them, they are permanently there to attract your attention on all sites) and then imagining my face to be there in the place of the charming girl (as I already said I am in the possession of a wild imagination) and then snapping myself back to reality.

Activity 3:
Go through a very old children's book kept in a corner biting dust once upon a time used by my brother for coloring as a child but still kept safely and then imagine how can I fill up a innocent looking teddy bear with all sorts of colors (but not actually doing it - wild imagination).

Activity 4: 
Sit among my mom and her frequently visiting friends making an attempt (note the word "attempt") to listen to their conversation and looking at their faces like a fool the entire time with my ears getting perked up as soon as there is any mention of my name.

Activity 5:
Since I don't fall asleep very soon nowadays, asking my brother to lend his guitar to me for a while to practice some singing after shutting myself up in a separate room and then trying out something that cannot be achieved but all the while keeping my windows open to keep me cool causing the neighbors to ask us the very next day were they the only ones listening to some group of owls howling in the night or were we also witness to that sound. 


Activity 6:
Going out with no special work and sit on the beach and observe all the people around and rate them out of 10 based upon their looks and activities and giving 10 to those girls that match my particular dress and hairstyle.


Activity 7:
Sitting on my bed and while staring at the walls suddenly closing my eyes very tight for a few seconds and then observing the various kinds of shapes forming themselves keeping me entertained as a very unique light show.


Activity 8:
While watching TV and after some time when things do not seem to make meaning pinch myself with a gap of two minutes to assure myself that I am still alive. 


Activity 9:
Go about chasing mosquitoes after evening and then observe the physical anatomy of the insect counting the number of legs and then saying a silent prayer before throwing away its dead body and also request the people around me to thank me for saving them from contracting malaria. 


Activity 10:
Get hold of a waste notebook and pen and then start writing love letters to myself expressing how I dote upon my own enchantingly good qualities and then drawing doodles to accompany the same. 


If you still had the patience to come up to to this point then my friend you are really bored and you perfectly agree that above activities are so entertaining and you can even suggest your own to help other bored people in need. 
Now when I come to an end of my "bored" post I will just request you to stop wasting any more time and get back to your work before somebody comes and nudges you  for being so dumb.  






PS: Please note that this post is just for fun (or at least it is my idea of fun) and I just wrote it to try my hand at a bit of humor although I don't know how much successful (or stupid) I became.