Getting bored in this IT age is something counterintuitive. But the hard fact is I get bored more often now than I used to ten years before when DD1 was the only channel available and Super Hit Muqaballa was the only countdown. It was more exciting to wait for Chandrakanta an hour before its telecast time than to hear the great singers who attend Indian Idol auditions in the hope to resurrect Kishore Kumar from his grave. I need not stress the fact that the more options one has the eisier he'll get bored (that is the reason I don't get bored of looking at pretty girls). As Barry Schwartz explains very well in his lecture "the paradox of choice".
Coming to the point, me and my flatmate Feroze recently resigned from our respective jobs and are currently in the notice period. In short we are being payed for warming our seats. To get around the boredom I tried many things including sleeping in the mens' room and reading every god damn post that Khamba wrote! I also wrote essays in the suggestion book on the awful lunch we got in the company canteen. Now the company being located outside the city the next best thing available to eat is human feces. Apparently I was the only one to write a suggestion (now these south Indian people have no sense of taste) So I had to stop writing fearing being spot and shot by the canteen wala.
Sadly the company doesn't subscribe to IEEE or Playboy else I would have been engaged for quite a while. This time of extreme boredom reminded me of post mid-semester exams (March 2008) when I shot the infamous movie knife in the ass. Whats more I started this blog trying to moderate the boredom and I am writing this post for the very reason. With my current and past experience with boredom I could safely conclude -