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Fighting boredom when I have nothing to do ...

Sometimes life becomes so boring, especially when we have nothing to do, when sleep eludes us, we don’t want to touch any pending work, when we are already suffering from an overdose of movies , when there is no one around to have a bakar and when we do all kinds of crazy/ weird stuff to keep ourselves occupied. Some of the things which I have been doing of late are listed. It is as boring as it gets, and this list is by no means exhaustive:

  • · Searching Wikipedia for information on millions of things ranging from Mahabharata, Ramayana, and Gods to Chinese cuisine to Statistics of religions in USA to tea gardens blah blah.
  • · Changing my winamp playlist and then deleting most of the added songs.
  • · Searching for useless movie related trivia in some unknown movie.
  • · Calculating for the nth time the marks I shall need to pass the financial management course.
  • · Downloading files from LAN and deleting 97.73% of them, and meanwhile transferring files and folders from one drive to another for no reason.
  • · Boring my friends with some mundane chatting with every fourth line being aur sunaao or what’ s up (aur sunaao syndrome).
  • · Changing my gtalk status message and/ or picture once in every few minutes.
  • · Looking at the mess I have created in my room and then deciding against cleaning it believing that such a mess-creation is work of a genius
  • · Searching blogs by clicking on next at the top of the blog page, of which 50% blogs are in some foreign language, 49% in known language but indecipherable content, and 1% with readable/ decipherable content.
  • · Clicking on refresh button of my orkut home page @ 32 times/ hour and logging off and logging in every few minutes.
  • · Opening 3-4 different news sites in parallel and refreshing it with a speed matching my orkut refresh speed, and leaving most of the articles unread.
  • · Postponing reading of editorial and most of the non-trivial items to next day (which never comes!).
  • · Nibbling cashew nuts/ sweets/ eatables lying on my desk non-stop, ignoring all the signs given by my jeans which no longer fits me.
  • · Counting the number of hairs on my head that have turned white.
  • · Just blankly staring at things trying to think nothing
  • · Perfecting the art of criticism by criticizing most of the things that come my way.
  • · Thinking repeatedly that I need to do something productive and not waste time as I usually end up doing, often guided by my new year resolutions which are just lying there like government files and without any concrete action.

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  1. Anonymous11:03 AM, October 30, 2007

    Why is the list appearing like a code????

    Is there no inbuilt bulleting feature in blogspot?

    ReplyDelete

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