Laziness shrugged away...
I am back at what I do worst…that is Blogging: writing about myself, about what I observe and about what I feel.
First of all either you will find excellent women driver else you will find the worst. There is no such species as mediocre, average driver among females. And thanks to driving mostly in the posh S.Delhi, I mostly encountered excellent female drivers who were fast and furious but safe too. Good going gals…
Why was I absent for so long from my blogging…it’s nothing to do with Raipur and its beauty (as one of my friend once complained)
I was absent due to my sheer laziness, not feeling at all to express myself, not feeling to put my feelings onto word-pad. I again wanted to revert back to what i once used to be: inexpressive.
In the meantime I pondered on lot many things- some weird, some funny but all needed good observation (in my view).
Monotonous existence…when I was a kid with so many siblings all around me, most of the time I was the one who was crying all the time. Either for getting a duck in cricket, or for being last in the race or for losing at playing cards or worst being victim of their pranks…whatever be the reason it was only me, who was crying in the end. At that time, I thought that I am born to cry only. In my wildest of dreams I could never believe that it will ever change. But things changed and my happy days were here when I wasn’t crying, weeping and cribbing anymore. Welcome change.
When I used to go to play cricket and basketball with my friends at my age of around 9-17, I always felt that these days of happiness where we bonded together by means of games, sports will never end. My elders said that don’t waste time in these things, they will be of no use at all and you will leave everything soon. But I didn’t believe them that our daily 2-3hrs of sports will be lost forever in the humdrums of existence. But it happened and everything changed. I have not played cricket or any other sports for last 9-10 months. And once upon a time it was unimaginable not to spend even one evening without my playfield.
But all has changed.
Now I am onto my job and already bored to death by the regularity that it brought with itself. I get up around 6, can be found brushing my teeth around 7, bath at 7:10, getting ready by 7:30, breakfast at 7:50 and then off to office wading my way passing many other regulars on the road. This time around, I want to change all this but the solution is still eluding me…any solution? How can one spend 35-40years of his life with so much regularity? Isn’t it too difficult and too boring?
Change is Permanent…hoping for this saying to come true once again.
But one thing that happened to me to break my regular existence: a week ago, I was rising my hair under the water-tap and suddenly rose my head…and BANGGG… yes, my lower part of the head banged into the tap… and I got injured at the lower part of the skull on the left side behind the left ear. It was fun.
First of all either you will find excellent women driver else you will find the worst. There is no such species as mediocre, average driver among females. And thanks to driving mostly in the posh S.Delhi, I mostly encountered excellent female drivers who were fast and furious but safe too. Good going gals…
Why was I absent for so long from my blogging…it’s nothing to do with Raipur and its beauty (as one of my friend once complained)
I was absent due to my sheer laziness, not feeling at all to express myself, not feeling to put my feelings onto word-pad. I again wanted to revert back to what i once used to be: inexpressive.
In the meantime I pondered on lot many things- some weird, some funny but all needed good observation (in my view).
Monotonous existence…when I was a kid with so many siblings all around me, most of the time I was the one who was crying all the time. Either for getting a duck in cricket, or for being last in the race or for losing at playing cards or worst being victim of their pranks…whatever be the reason it was only me, who was crying in the end. At that time, I thought that I am born to cry only. In my wildest of dreams I could never believe that it will ever change. But things changed and my happy days were here when I wasn’t crying, weeping and cribbing anymore. Welcome change.
When I used to go to play cricket and basketball with my friends at my age of around 9-17, I always felt that these days of happiness where we bonded together by means of games, sports will never end. My elders said that don’t waste time in these things, they will be of no use at all and you will leave everything soon. But I didn’t believe them that our daily 2-3hrs of sports will be lost forever in the humdrums of existence. But it happened and everything changed. I have not played cricket or any other sports for last 9-10 months. And once upon a time it was unimaginable not to spend even one evening without my playfield.
But all has changed.
Now I am onto my job and already bored to death by the regularity that it brought with itself. I get up around 6, can be found brushing my teeth around 7, bath at 7:10, getting ready by 7:30, breakfast at 7:50 and then off to office wading my way passing many other regulars on the road. This time around, I want to change all this but the solution is still eluding me…any solution? How can one spend 35-40years of his life with so much regularity? Isn’t it too difficult and too boring?
Change is Permanent…hoping for this saying to come true once again.
But one thing that happened to me to break my regular existence: a week ago, I was rising my hair under the water-tap and suddenly rose my head…and BANGGG… yes, my lower part of the head banged into the tap… and I got injured at the lower part of the skull on the left side behind the left ear. It was fun.
sounds like 6-7 in the morning is ur time for "self entertainment"..
ReplyDeletea bit of "exercise" perhaps if you know what people mean.life doesnt seem too bad after all :))
Hey, hehe, I was going to post the same comments as you once used to on my blog: lazy lazy lazy! ;) But oh surprise, you just updated it! Me happy! :D
ReplyDeleteAs for your questions about your existence... I believe that you try to give too much sense to things... how about just accepting changes as they come, and make the best of it? But, if you want an advice: I'm going back horse-back riding, after more than 2 years of absence: you can get back into the cricket field, at least during the week-ends! Don't make a victim of yourself if you yourself don't make the effort! :)
And... a mystery remains: what do you do between 6 and 7 am????? :p
sorry for replying so late
ReplyDelete@rohit
at 6-7 in the morning...im with my oldest habit..of reading(rather gorging upon) newspaper...a must fr me to survive...and m trying hard to do exercise..but m too lazy..
@fireangel
lazy...:P it suites u only, not me :P lol
u got to change the things, there is no fun in lettignt hings come to u int heir own way...thts not like me.
and cricket is played wid at least 5-6 players..m trying to get back, but nobody else got time :(