Cultivate boredom

When I find nothing to post, I type like this. This is actually the best way to while away the never moving time and to harvest the boredom that was cultivated.

Why did I cultivate boredom?
I was advised that the seeds of boredom once sown need not be sown every season. They grow in you even if harvest again and again.

Thank god! I have made a good investment.

Boredom is the best thing that can happen to a human soul. Its best feature is its occurrence reassures our condition of not having anything big to worry about.
Once, when I was a child, I was constantly being disturbed by the fact that I didn’t have big pencils. The dreams of holding a big pencil, taller than all the pencils of my friends’ in the class constantly kept me thinking of the ways to ask my mom to get me a new pencil.

At this point of time, you may have a doubt, any pencil which I had must have been bought by my parents for me, and it means that I also had big pencils.

Yes, I had big pencils. But I was not given big pencils to school as my parents feared that I may loose the new pencils and allowed me to write the homework using the new pencil till it became short. I also thought about this idea then of hiding my new pencil somewhere and pretending to have lost it and taking it to school the next day.

I also tried that once hiding it below the table and failed bitterly when the devil wearing the prada of the sweeper woman took the pencil and gave it to my mom. Poor me, I was not that bright enough then to find a better place to hide them.

Then I got this idea once. But I was only 6 yrs old then and was doubtful if I had the physical power and mental tenacity to do it. I worked on the plan meticulously for some days. During those days, I ordered for a nutritious diet. I only ate food that was rich in protein and fiber. I also toughened up my mind by seeing the most frightening scene one could see, the lady next door. She was a big lady and frightened me whenever I went to her house to get the ball which would have ended its projectile after hitting her window pane.

The plan was simple. When my mom gives me the pencil one day to write the homework, I should break it into two with bare hands. It required a lot of physical strength to break it and mental power to do it in front of my mom.

I had only one logic supporting this plan. If I cannot show off the big pencils to my friends, what use do I have of them?

Moral: Cultivate boredom