I was wondering what I could post about today - I need to keep the blog alive...I need people to come and visit it - so that if one day I turn out amazing stuff, there is someone apart from my husband and brother to read it... :-). So here are my thoughts on boredom:
My brain is engulfed in flames of boredom. Have you ever felt that woozy-headedness in the head - a feeling which feels like the brain has packed up and gone - and all that is left is a vaccuum that is threatening to eat you up. You look at the computer screen and feel almost angry to find that everything still remains the same - the web pages look the same - the mails look the same - there is nothing absolutely new and curious. I just took a 30 minute 1.5 km walk around the office, leaving from one gate and entering at the other to take my mind off its own pre-occupation. My mind has a mind of its own - I am not able to draw it away from itself at times - it just keeps brooding and refuses to come out of its misery (even self-inflicted at times). Not that it would take much to cheer it up - just a loved song, or stimulating conversation, or a long session playing the Oblivion (or Team Fortress!!). Of these the stimulating conversation is the hardest to come by - I depend upon my parents, or husband or friends for it. But its rather not an on-demand thing - I cannot have stimulating conversation when I need it - it has to come by - rather like Mr. Right.
Skipping that topic - I read something in last Sunday's TOI that closely resembled the works of Shakespeare attempted by monkeys - packaged as a blog from an urban girl's diary. Should I say that it sucked? It was a plain D grade mushy novel page verging on porn. Definitely the Sunday Times supplement is not worth the paper its printed on anymore.
My brain is engulfed in flames of boredom. Have you ever felt that woozy-headedness in the head - a feeling which feels like the brain has packed up and gone - and all that is left is a vaccuum that is threatening to eat you up. You look at the computer screen and feel almost angry to find that everything still remains the same - the web pages look the same - the mails look the same - there is nothing absolutely new and curious. I just took a 30 minute 1.5 km walk around the office, leaving from one gate and entering at the other to take my mind off its own pre-occupation. My mind has a mind of its own - I am not able to draw it away from itself at times - it just keeps brooding and refuses to come out of its misery (even self-inflicted at times). Not that it would take much to cheer it up - just a loved song, or stimulating conversation, or a long session playing the Oblivion (or Team Fortress!!). Of these the stimulating conversation is the hardest to come by - I depend upon my parents, or husband or friends for it. But its rather not an on-demand thing - I cannot have stimulating conversation when I need it - it has to come by - rather like Mr. Right.
Skipping that topic - I read something in last Sunday's TOI that closely resembled the works of Shakespeare attempted by monkeys - packaged as a blog from an urban girl's diary. Should I say that it sucked? It was a plain D grade mushy novel page verging on porn. Definitely the Sunday Times supplement is not worth the paper its printed on anymore.
