Boredom

18. 03. 07

A scorching summer afternoon. A lazy beginning to a lazy day. All activities seem mundane. All thoughts seem like i have them too often. All things seem to have been needing a face lift for centuries.There's no power, no water, no internet connetivity. I stare at the phone, hoping it will ring. It doesn't. The books piled in my shelf are not looking encouraging today.I have things to do but it conveniently slips out of my head. The window doesn't beckon, neither does the door to outside the room. I seem to be waiting, but I have no clue for what. The phone must have slipped out of my mind by now...I'm not waiting for it anymore. Am I waiting for a knock at the door? No, that's the last thing I want now. Nothing should happen to the door, nothing should be done with it. In fact nothing should happen to anything. A certain alaap that i stopped listening to the moment it started still plays...i just realised that that should've drained the computer's batteries by now! Its shut out and at a distance i hear music, very faintly, but it sounds interesting. Now the window beckons. But its still so faint. I think i'm hallucinating. There's not a soul outside, just the summer heat, just the scorching heat. And I'm still hallucinating...the tune still plays. It assumes more and more definedness as my mind goes more and more astray. But the moment i realise this its all gone and its stopped.
Its been an hour since I slipped into this mode of thought (thoughtlessness?).
I've had enough! I've enjoyed it to the maximum and any more of the pleasant boredom will make it boring.
Shilpa knocks the door and asks boredly:"Chai?" I scream as if she was a godsent..."Yessssssss!!Certainly". She gives me a qeer look. I dash off on my cycle with super fast violin playing in my ears (suddenly it occurs that violin and speed are made for each other). We slide down the road to the chai shop effortlessly ...superfast.
' Sweet smell of mirchi bajjis
Risin' up through the air!'.
"Hot chai and hot mirchi bajjis on such a hot day? People are so weird!", I told myself as I sipped the chai and bit into my bajji.
I then dash off at high speed to the library and the rest of the day is all high speed stupidity. I come back late and hit the sack and you wont believe it....dreams are all high speed!
Suggestion to the reader :1) if you're bored, enjoy it but not for too long.
2) Listen to the 'Flight of the humble bee'. Especially once u're done enjoying ur boredom.