Bored?

The cause of all things creative and destructive.
The need for the idle mind to turn into a devil’s workshop.
The reason for the mind to reach the idle state in the first place.
The reason why the ‘idle state’ is a myth.
The purposelessness that leads to purpose.
The getaway for the contended.
The escape route out of satisfaction.
The reason why satisfaction is not always a good thing.
The reason for restlessness.. for growth.
The momentum to lose inertia.
The reason for change.

Boredom is not such a simple and inconsequential thing after all, is it?
It’s the reason why rules are made, laws are created, political parties are formed, ambitions are fired, friends are made, affairs are had, babies are born, jobs are changed, fashion, philosophy, architecture, literature, and everything else out of the essential exists.

I think boredom is one of the best things that has ever happened to people. It’s the reason why people live and don’t exist. It’s the reason people don’t accept 'status quo'. Why they need change. It’s the reason why I’m writing this and you’re reading this!

Still bored? Please comment...

Time when I wasn't me...

I remember the time when I was three and nearly survived an accident with a speeding car. I remember mamma buying nail polish at a store. I remember the drive back. I remember having an argument with a boy at school, and the fact that i had the last words, it was all about who would sit next to the 'cute' girl. I remember the goa trip, and all the fun we had trying to dodge the waves that always found us. I remember flipping through all the picture dictionaries in amusement. I remember the jig-saw puzzle that i never managed to complete without my dad's help. I remember the fancy dress competition, when my cousins dressed me up like a cat. I remember walking out on the stage amidst strange and confused looks from all my friends. I remember wondering how one arrived at a date for a birthday. I remember the festive nights when all of us came together to celebrate, and the delicious dinner that followed. I remember the aunt form the neighborhood trying hard to teach us 'good manners'. I remember the sweets another neighbor's mum made, and how she waited for us to leave so her children wouldn’t have to share them with us. I remember my friend climbing on a sofa and claiming she was taller than me and I trying to find a higher surface to 'outheight' her.

But I don't remember that I have an assignment to submit today, not until I have reached class. I don't remember to share 'that' information with my friends. I don't remember wishing my best friends on their birthday. I don't remember that my cell phone is running out of balance and that I need to recharge soon. I don't remember that I don't remember things.

Its possible that my memory has started failing me because I am living a parallel life inside my head that is slightly removed from the reality around me. I am possibly caught up between who I am and who I want to be. Its also possible that my brain has involuntarily decided that the so called important things in my life are no longer worth remembering. My mind shuts down when it comes to remembering the horrible things I have done in the past or the unpleasant facts of life. Its possibly because I have decided to forget every second of the time when I wasn't me.

Women and Bikes...

I have often wondered why most of the women tend to get attracted to fast bikes.
Bikes are fun. I agree. But my overall experience with performance bikes has not really been good. For short trips I would love to use a bike but the trouble starts when you actually have to travel long distances. The first few minutes are great. But with time your legs begin to ache. You have a sense of nausea that overcomes you and yeah.. not to forget.. the pain in the groin that starts building up.. till you reach the threshold of your tolerance and decide to stop for a small break. Most of the boys have the same story to tell.. I Checked.

Girls on the other hand enjoy these looooong drives on bikes. Its probably because of the psychological difference between boys and girls. For the girls whole idea of something big and manly throbbing between their legs turns them on. To them a bike is more like an object of erotic fiction that just a means of travel. No wonder they are so attracted to them.. and not to forget.. the boys who own them..

Man or Machine?

I find myself if front of the TV, watching a MotoGP race. The bikes, along with the drivers (of course) reach speeds as high as 280 kph on the straights. At these insane speeds, the man and the machine form a unique kind of dependency!

Man leaves machine ?

Machine leaves man ?

Both unacceptable. There is no room for error. The machine must react to the slightest of human touch. The man and the machine pushed to these extreme limits now form a single entity!

Has the Man started acting like the Machine ?