Boredom Thrown Away
Boredom Thrown Away I was bored. And maybe everyone around me was bored too. My mother, my father, my sister - all were bored. I guess, boredom was bored too. The same sun everyday, the same moon every night, the same waking up every morning and the same dozing off every night. In fact, the daily things between waking up and dozing off were same too. How repetitive! I know, repetition brings charm and emphasis; but that's in poetry, not in real life. Well, poetry is my life too, huh, but jokes apart. All days were alike as if they were cast out from a single metallic mould and all activities were rehearsed as if they were parts of the same play ignored by spectators. A notice from my college gave a major break to this monotonous routine. Inspite of submitting all my documents, I was called a week later to see those expressionless, straight faces of the workforce who faked the most unusual smiles on greeting the freshmen and freshwomen of the new academic year, to place in thei...