“Things just happen without any reason,” one of my dearest friends
told me. Being bored is one of the most natural ‘thing’ that has devastated
lives of many! Well, probably I’m being overdramatic, but trust me, this is
obviously how you feel when you are simply bored.
I will definitely disagree with the statement my friend made
in obvious boredom I guess. But there are times when you really don’t
understand why things happen! One day I got up and thought that I had done
everything to keep myself occupied and busy. But still I was feeling bored. I
laughed at myself that how can a human get bored when technically our brain is
working like a machine all the time. Even while sleeping we dream…then why get
bored at all?
I had two month off, and I joined driving classes, went on
frequent evening walks, helped mum at home, read novels, travelled for a while…and
yet today I feel bored. I rewound my memory to a few months back when I had a
corporate job in hand. I had no time to eat, sleep, meet friends, go on holidays,
or even party! Each time I canceled a plan I had to bear my cribbing friends
and their continues shrieks. Though I loved them, my job loved me more!
I took time off once in a while, but work never ended. There
was never a day I sat free. In fact, I was hammered with work all the time, be
it personal or official. In my previous write ups, I’ve often mentioned ‘a
moment of truth,’ which basically means ‘one fine day of enlightenment’! Well, it happens with EVERYONE, and no one
can deny that. I’ve had them so many times, I don’t even know if they happen
for my good. But I still keep listening to it and wait for that moment to
happen!
And when it actually happened, the feeling was boring. Yes
it was boring! I was clueless, and I felt like a fat pumpkin sitting at the vegetable
market! I felt lazy and saw no purpose in what I was doing. To be honest, this
is the moment of truth that I was waiting for. Instead of hearing this from
someone else, I would prefer in realizing it myself. I was interrogating myself
and questioning my very own existence.
All this may seem out of track in my writing, and that I
dint really stress upon the main issue. But there isn’t any issue. All I’m
trying to communicate is that being bored is not when you have nothing to do. You
can be hell bored in a conversation, in a board room meeting, in a movie, and
even when you have no time to breathe. It’s about doing something substantial,
productive, meaningful and satisfying. My work gave me happiness, but I wasn’t
satisfied. My hobbies gave me pleasure, but nothing productive. Being on a
holiday helped me search and answered doubts that lay within me. I was bored,
or rather clueless, because I wasn’t satisfied or interested in what I was
doing.
And by writing this down it helped me analyze how easy it is
to deal with boredom!
