Don't know why is life so boring.I am doing nothing except staring at the ceiling of my room for whatever reason even I don't seem to know.Huh,life is got pretty boring.I don't understand why I still keep making plans( a disease which bit me through my MBA days) and with such an erratic and uncontrollable life schedule(schedule can I say), no wonder none of that gets through and I again get back to my favorite pastime of gazing at my lovely blank and boring ceiling.It really sucks when I am in a hurry to do 101 things before getting back to full fledged corporate slavery and not being able to do any single thing again gets on to my nerves.People say taking up some new hobby will enrich life and the sheer lack of time and improper sleeping,eating and all kind of sadelu activities leave me with no energy nor any interest in getting any richer whatsoever.I still haven't been able to figure out why kids keep sulking and crying when they could not get across their point of view,haven't been able to understand the rhythm of my kiddo, testing my patience by not eating until I run and run after him for a couple of hours, which ultimately gives me a nice backache.Again could not figure out why Vizag is so sultry all the time and still haven't figured out what is the need for a 72 year old man to go on for an indefinite hunger strike to eradicate corruption in this country.So everyone is so busy in their personal philosophies that the country sought the help of a person nearing death bed to help her.SPEECHLESS.
(will continue this thought in an other post)