My parents limited my outing in our neighbourhood. I grew in an industrial town in India. Most of the times I had to engage myself at home either playing or hanging around my mother demanding her attention while she rushed through household chores. This was in 1980s.
I do not remember how I came to learn about the word “bore” in early childhood. But I was a frequent user of it. Today, when I search wikipedia to understand it, the definition goes as, “In conventional usage, boredom is an emotional or psychological state experienced when an individual is left without anything in particular to do, is not interested in his or her surroundings, or feels that a day or period is dull or tedious. It is also understood by scholars.”
Yes, I can relate to this very well. Since those first 17 years, my life transformed and I never felt bored. But boredom has struck me hard back in last few weeks.
This may have happened for following decisions about myself:
1. Don’t watch Television
2. No reading of newspaper
3. Deleted my whatsapp account
4. Limited my login to Facebook to once a week
5. No game installed on my handphone
6. No news app on my phone
I have been pursuing photography as a hobby for years. I write my personal diary almost every alternate day and it’s a routine for years now. I exercise for more than 5 times a week. Despite all of this, I am bored.
I fail to comprehend the reason. May be an addiction to things listed above. May be I need to add reading with more rigour to counter. May be at times I have to learn to be just “free”. May be I have stop finding a purpose in everything I do in my daily life.
But then why Am I writing this over a few mugs of beer?
It’s boring actually 🙂