The generally accepted definition is when you have time to kill but you cant really find anything to kill it with. It is a condition when your brain turns down and refuses to boot up to even think of reasons to be up. A condition where in your reasoning contradicts and logic fails, to make you think sleeping is a waste of time but staying up and wasting time contemplating whether to get under the covers is somehow more productive. Seldom have I overcome this feeling, this vicious recursive sentiment doomed to make you sit hours in chair pondering reasons to get out of it.
It is time I took a stand. Time I broke the shackles and snatched my precious time from gnawing teeth of boredom. You might ask, so many years of servitude to this pervasive being, what hopes do i have now? What gives me the courage to fight it and what inspires me? The truth is that I have no idea. There comes a feeling once in a while that moves me to do something. Most of the times it generally is an itch that needs a scratch but sometimes it is an itch that needs a scratch. for those who dint catch the metaphor, the itch is the feeling of nothingness that will irk and annoy till i scratch it with a epiphany that 'Wait!.. I can do something about it'. So here I am writing about it.
This is a test... a test for blogging. Is blogging the answer? Is it the cure to the cancer of prosaic living? The more I ponder the more do i realize.. nah. Effectively at the end of it all i have managed to do is spend time sitting on chair doing something that amounts to nothing under the pretense of doing something interesting. so what good is blogging for if it is not the answer? I would sit and think about it but writing this nonsensical dribble has put my brain into overdrive and I have managed to bore myself. My brain is shutting down againnnnn
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Mission Nuptial
What is it about marriage that gets ones parents more roused up and excited than the one getting married? I am in that stage of life where apparently i need to start thinking about (or like how my family would like it, acting on) finding the right companion for myself.
The most interesting part about this stage is that how a chain of events is set in motion by one small seemingly disconnected thing. a good friend of mine got married recently and my family went to wish him and his wife on that day. This apparently innocent little gathering brought about a wave of ideas and imagination to my otherwise little imaginative family. Well.. when i say family i should probably point out that it was mainly the feminine lot. the men are rarely as creative at seeing past the obvious.
The women figured now that one of my kind (bachelor and oblivious) had opened the can of worms, it was time to go fishing. Even though i could not be there to see my friend bid adieu to his single life, when he spent most of his time lazing through a house of commons, when he and everyone else around him would get inspired by the each other's indolence and when each would try to reach new levels of raw non veg humor, I could see the happenings as they would have occurred.
My so called friends talking to my parents and starting with the cliched and predictable comment "so when are you getting Raghu married aunty?". I did train my mom and sis well to answer "He is not ready yet.. he has some plans" and they would have brushed it off as if it were the last thing on their mind. But knowing my mom and sis as well as i do i know that it would have etched a mission statement on their brains.
I believe them when they say "don't worry. only when u are ready" but going by history i have learnt that moms and sis' have the belief that they know best and the right thing to do. The rest will turn around eventually. My mom is a work-o-holic. Not just office/home work but if she does not have enough work to keep her mind of 'her mind' then she will start getting "ideas". This generally does not bode well for me. Her instinct to get things moving will eventually come to a stage where I have choose between TV, movies, cereals for dinner, fart jokes, satirical blogs, and lack of sophistication and grow up, act like a matured should, and reshape my life to meet suit a lady.
As much as I want to avoid growing up this soon, I have to say that it would be wrong of me to deprive them of their pleasure to repay their gratitude for me. I should let them enjoy their sense of purpose.
There will come a time when I have run out of excuses, when my primitive sense for "Company and Companion" will overcome my common sense when I will have to take the plunge. I will end up matured and grown up leaving the child inside me far behind to the extent I can. I know I will one day end up with a the right girl for me, when I do I hope she can put up with the kid in me who still thinks it is funny to pull her plait and in return I get smacked on the head!
The most interesting part about this stage is that how a chain of events is set in motion by one small seemingly disconnected thing. a good friend of mine got married recently and my family went to wish him and his wife on that day. This apparently innocent little gathering brought about a wave of ideas and imagination to my otherwise little imaginative family. Well.. when i say family i should probably point out that it was mainly the feminine lot. the men are rarely as creative at seeing past the obvious.
The women figured now that one of my kind (bachelor and oblivious) had opened the can of worms, it was time to go fishing. Even though i could not be there to see my friend bid adieu to his single life, when he spent most of his time lazing through a house of commons, when he and everyone else around him would get inspired by the each other's indolence and when each would try to reach new levels of raw non veg humor, I could see the happenings as they would have occurred.
My so called friends talking to my parents and starting with the cliched and predictable comment "so when are you getting Raghu married aunty?". I did train my mom and sis well to answer "He is not ready yet.. he has some plans" and they would have brushed it off as if it were the last thing on their mind. But knowing my mom and sis as well as i do i know that it would have etched a mission statement on their brains.
I believe them when they say "don't worry. only when u are ready" but going by history i have learnt that moms and sis' have the belief that they know best and the right thing to do. The rest will turn around eventually. My mom is a work-o-holic. Not just office/home work but if she does not have enough work to keep her mind of 'her mind' then she will start getting "ideas". This generally does not bode well for me. Her instinct to get things moving will eventually come to a stage where I have choose between TV, movies, cereals for dinner, fart jokes, satirical blogs, and lack of sophistication and grow up, act like a matured should, and reshape my life to meet suit a lady.
As much as I want to avoid growing up this soon, I have to say that it would be wrong of me to deprive them of their pleasure to repay their gratitude for me. I should let them enjoy their sense of purpose.
There will come a time when I have run out of excuses, when my primitive sense for "Company and Companion" will overcome my common sense when I will have to take the plunge. I will end up matured and grown up leaving the child inside me far behind to the extent I can. I know I will one day end up with a the right girl for me, when I do I hope she can put up with the kid in me who still thinks it is funny to pull her plait and in return I get smacked on the head!
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