From @Numbyaar: Raju got
up from his chair. He took slow strides as he walked towards the kitchen. He
opened the fridge and gulped down some chilled water. He then walked back to
his chair and sat. In another five minutes or so, he would pay another visit to
the loo.
From @aatifsumar: He just
didn't know what to do. He had led Germany into the biggest economic boom of
the century. He had launched a company called Mercedes. Then he remembered
those kids who made his life hell at school. What were they, Jews? Oh, two can
play this game!
From @Realfartshady:
"I
swallowed a honey bee."
"Oh no, why
would you do that?"
"Because I
wanted to feel the fizz inside my stomach."
"Do you
feel it?"
"Na."
"That's not
good."
"I think
it’s bored in there."
"Yeah?"
"So now I’m
gonna swallow one more to be its friend."
From @oyeujuoye: He stared
at his smart phone. Browsed through his 300 plus contacts. Checked FB for
notifications. Peeped on the TL and waited for mentions. Got tired after Temple
Running. Flung the phone and switched on the TV. Juggled between channels. And
then finally updated his status “I just died of boredom."
From @Oxymoronic_Me: Her
dream had been fulfilled five years ago. Women aeronautical engineers were a
rare sight after all. The problem started when she married Atul. Women in his
family weren’t allowed to work. They were dolls. Mere puppets. Boredom has set
in now. There is only one way out. A fling with his best friend Sachin.
From @SugarsNSpice: It was
one such lazy afternoon. The sun
disallowed some play outside and cartoons cried repetition. Then she scrolled
across her book shelf half-heartedly. Her
brother had gifted her couple of classics this birthday even though she
despised reading. Curiously, she glanced through the first few words of one.
Boredom never encountered her in future.
From @n0rwegianw00d:
“You don’t
understand. Her life is perfect…not boring like mine. She does all these fun
things—rafting, rock-climbing, concerts, exotic holidays, dance class, cooking
class. Where the hell does she find all the time?”
“Say something,
will you?”
“Argh, forget
it. I am bored now!! I’m going to sleep. Bye.”
Boredom and
laziness go hand-in-hand.
From @Ladycardiidae: "I
find you boring," she sang. Adam and the fish-eyed poets had written a
song just for Anthony. She mailed him the song hoping to free her of that
divine boredom which she felt being with him. He lived in his world of pompous
glory. He shot back, "I'm going to fix you." Cold Play.
From @bhytu:
He lay awake. He
had to break this boredom. The nine to six job was so monotonous. He was a
artist. Risk was high, but it’s better to take it than die every-day of the
routine work.
Suddenly he
heard his baby cry. He closed his eyes.
He could not be
late for office tomorrow.
From @MrNarci: Avia lived
in a world where she never knew what it meant to be bored. She’d have a perfect
day always in this tragicomic world. She repaired the roof, decorated the
salad, went to work and filed documents; things considered banal otherwise, but
she was never bored. Each task had an intimate joy about it.
From @writingchalk: Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip. I observed the blood running down my wrist and dropping onto
the floor. I couldn’t think of anything
else to do in a mental asylum.
From @madrasmad: I really
didn’t expect my watermelon to have 74 seeds. You know what I mean? The first
time I counted, I got 73. Why is that? The second time.. Just a sec, I’m
getting an SMS. Hmm… this sounds interesting. Drinking water for 85 bucks.
Comes with a free soap! Should I trust this guy?
From @gauravjagwani: Bored
with his life, he walked up to the terrace. He looked down at the moonlight
reflecting from the puddle. This was his leap of faith. He nearly jumped. He
stepped down off the ledge. He decided to live. Yes, the act of attempting to
commit suicide daily really bored him. Thankfully, not to death.
From @SarwarBaig: You get
a call from someone who needs your services. You decide upon a price. You get a
photo and an address. You observe the quarry, looking for the places and times
of greatest vulnerability. There's no thrill in these things anymore. Nor in
the money it brings. That's why i prefer knives.
From @wekneweachother: No
updates on Facebook and all friends were busy with their spouses. Weekend was
dreadful. Loneliness pierced the soul and the silence screamed in his ears.
Raghav’s face perked up, “It’s time for my hobby!” He took out a carton box
filled with Barbie dolls and drowned them in the bathtub one by one.
From @venkatsrikar: "Friday
afternoons should be declared holidays! Nothing can get more painful than to
think of a weekend spoiled by this boring work", he said nervously. He looked up at her. There was no work to do.
She looked at him. She felt the same, but couldn't help it. They continued the
formatting work yet again.
From @teejavus: Hums.
Looks right. Feels left out. They were flying faster. Loses his train of
thought. Monotony sinks into his lucid dreams. The dreamer flying high; his
dreams haywire. Imagination slumps down; the dreamer tumbles and falls. It was
his way to escape the boring reality. Boredom trampled on his imagination, like
his wheelchair tramples grass.
From @aaliznat: 'I can't
write today.' He moaned. 'But you haven't even tried.' She questioned. 'I know
I can't.' He stated. 'But why.' She quizzed. 'Because I am bored.' He sulked.
'That explains it.' She sighed. 'Explains what?' He countered. 'Nothing.
Nothing at all.' She smiled triumphantly.
From @MokkFellow: I have
to write a blog I thought. Long time since I got the ‘awesome blog’ message
from that cute girl. But I am confused about what to write. It needs to be both
meaningful and funny I thought. A funny thought. Boredom I told to myself and
closed the MS word.
From @crazyandhow:
Musky; sweaty.
The hot room was filled with passion and her sighs.
She loved it on
the wilder side; crazy. She loved him more.
His eagerness;
want; rise for conquest. Her naughty
grin; deep kiss;
love cries.
YES. Now.
Victory fingers;
cocky laugh. He lit his cigarette.
Her sexy blue
eyes; faked it. Her boredom.
From @AapChutiyeHain: He
had added her randomly on facebook back in college. He caught a weekend away
from his wife, who was in Singapore for work, She was in town for an event for
B-school professors. They were holed in their hotel room throughout having all
sorts of crazy sex.
Then, out of
sheer boredom, they talked.
From @woohoochild: There
was never a dull second when the contents of that beautiful pipe had been
smoked. Pirates, dancing lionesses, dark chocolate and moaning Myrtle were just
a thought away. Aware of every movement, he penned down the images rushing into
that big head of us. The concept of boredom was left behind in the pot.
From @yashakothari: You
are a dot. The person writing this is a dot. That person in front of you is a
dot. The person behind you is a dot. The person driving a car is a dot. The
person shitting is a dot. That shit is also a dot. Together we are just lots of
insignificant dots.
From @TheOtherBanana: The
tap was dripping and the room, absolutely still. The only other sound was the
monotonous screech of the fan slowly running its last, arduous lap. Sweat
beaded his forehead as he turned a page. He’d barely read fifty words in the
last hour as his eyes glazed over the same words again and again.
From @DedhShaani: Streams
of blood gushed out of his body as he fell on the ground. She put the revolver
inside her gunny bag, hiding it in between the vegetables.
'Who are you?'
The feeble, dying voice asked.
'A bored
housewife turned assassin.' She walked out of the dungy room and got lost in
the vegetable-market crowd.
From @akshayabansal: Clear
skies, cool breeze, the Sun was mild, everyone felt at ease. A perfect Summer's
day, for most of them anyway. The elders reveled outdoors as the kids
complained of boredom indoors. The swings gathered dust, their baseball mittens
lay untouched, as they anxiously awaited for the electricity to return and
power up their xbox.
From @madhavisud: Boredom
was one word and feeling Minu was bored of associating herself with. Sanju gave
her ways and means to get rid of that, but she just turned out to be more
boring herself. He cajoled her for a good year suggesting her various things to
keep herself busy. But she was just a bore!!
From @miffalicious: Everyone
thought that she loved what she did. She was always the first to be in at work,
coffee and sandwich in hand, energetic, efficient.
They called her
an eager beaver, a workaholic. Then one day, they heard the news.
She’d killed
herself, with these last words: I couldn’t make a living out of boredom.
From @sinpinklove: Routine
had made their life monotonous, dull and boring. She couldn’t carry on like
that. She wanted that magic back in their life. When he came home from work she
opened the door with pink stockings, only. He, on the other hand had bought
over their friends from college!
From @donbratman: Dom Cobb
returned to America after the "inception" project. He was accepted to
teach at a university. He told them about sleeping, dreaming, snoring and
dreaming inside that dream. He then said that it was all a dream and he was
fucking around with them. The pissed off students left. He's now called Prof.
bore-Dom!!
From @shekhartripathi: Having
served India for 20 years Capt. Batra spent his last days in an old home in Varanasi
on the banks of River Ganges. Despite being unmarried he was busy with his
golf, but loneliness and boredom were something that gnawed him from within.
His sole companion every night- Smooth 25 year old Chivas Regal.
From @vivekisms:
He: I think this
is it.
She: Me too.
He: You feel it as
well?
She: Yes I do. I
have since a while now.
He: Me too. Let’s make the call. Shall we?
She nodded with a
“Yes”. And thus the threesome began.
From @anjana_murali: The
President thanked her in front of hundreds of shutterbugs. She was hounded by
the media for days. It all felt like a
dream to Susan. How she had ventured to the forest, feeling bored and had ended
up finding the President’s infant daughter who had strayed away from her family
during a picnic.
From @whimsytales: She
flips another page. She checks her refrigerator-for the umpteenth time. She
stares at the clock. She looks in the mirror. Her face had not changed as much
as she had. She notices a scar under her chin. How, when did she get it? A
night that started off with boredom ended with curiosity.
From @eklavyagupte: I
thought my experience as a soldier would be full of drama, violence and tension
but I discovered there was a void. A void, that couldn't cure boredom or
dullness, making me susceptible to self destruction. A silence, so white, so
exact that it could create peace in the land on the brink of war.
From @vagabondinact: The
council deliberated. They claimed he polluted their haven, the Heaven. They
banished him, to Hell. Light years passed-by. Gradually he got bored, created a
companion for Hell. Thus came about mankind on Earth, out of sheer boredom. The
High priests got bored and thus was born religion. Ages down, it keeps us
entertained.
From @bitchwanti: The air
sat thick as butter. Suffocating. Claustrophobic. The leaves refused to move.
The sun blazed hellishly. The lovers lay, twisted in bed, staring up at me. I,
twirled lazily, boredom striking at every turn. "Switch off the damn
fan", she said. "Let's frolic in the stillness."
From @lady_shweta: Little
Alice always wondered what kind of creature boredom must be. Perhaps she
thought, boredom was a fat devil who loved to trouble people. And what should one do to drive away boredom?
She looked around the tiny attic filled up with books of all shapes & sizes
& boredom flew out of the window.
From @nimue_:
"My cab is
late."
"Oh no. I
was going to sleep"
"I called
you just like that"
"Oh you sure
are madly in love with me!”
"I got that
sracasm. but no, I was not bored."
Saying that ,
she cut the call.
He smiled. He
now would sleep in peace. Tonight atleast.
From @SausageTangdi: They
met at the bar. He was almost stoned with his 9th glass of whiskey, she wanted
to strike a conversation out of desperation. Thanks to the kind of music they
both were fond of, numbers were exchanged, inbox count increased and more money
was spent. Today they are bored of this same old story.
From @Crucifire:
They met at
Mulund station.
Had a coffee
date at Ghatkopar.
First movie was
at Dadar.
Prayed together
at Mahim.
Made out at
Bandra Bandstand.
Went bowling at
Anderi.
“You guys look
so cute together, we will call you BoreDom.”
She was from
Borivali, he from Dombivli.
From @kaloladeep: Novel
nerd, Guitar-strumming, Cricket, little bit work during jobs hours, these were
making it all happening. But she still said that you are living in the kingdom
of Jadedness, Why? May be giving less time to her would be the reason. But
still I'm okay with these kind of boredom, Where everything seems perfect!
From @randomWhiz: "I'm
bored", she said. She glanced at him playfully. He took the hint.
"Wonder what we could do about that". He smiled in that famously
mysterious way and walked towards her. The fresh smell of her skin added to the
fervour. He took out the deer stalk hat. Today, he will be her Sherlock.
From @jeevesobs: Boredom,
that led him to her. Boredom, that brought them together. Boredom, that led to
their first kiss. Boredom, that made him slit her throat. Boredom, that led him
to another one. Boredom, that causes his psychotic mind to kill.
From @My_Summer_Eyes: Everybody
was in shock. At an age when suicide is just another alien word for kids, 6
year old Tom had killed himself. Little Tom wasn’t like other kids, you see.
He’d been born knowing everything- every scientific formula, every language,
every philosophy. He had nothing new to learn. He was bored. Boredom killed
him.
From @abjt: She said,
“Boredom is a luxury that most people can’t afford. Embrace it. Like a friend.
Inaction should be the motivation. Rushing trains, rushing people – let them
rush past. Take another hit if you feel yourself drift. Sit back. Relax. Think
about anything. Better still, nothing. That’s why we invented television. Take
advantage of modernisation.“
From @hilonee: The
mountains tried to intimidate her. She took a deep breathe and looked at them. She
started to climb this gigantic body. One, unsure yet determined step at a time.
She had vowed to not allow physical inability to be the cause of mental
boredom. Paraplegia had restricted her body; she lived with her mind.
From @Gods_Evangelos: He
was going to be an Engineer. He wasn’t aware what he had inside. He never knew
he could write well. He always wanted to kill time. He had written poems in
Love. He tried something new. He had a friend who encouraged him to blog. He is
a writer now. A good one. Probably.
From @BongBuffoon: He had
fought disease, radiation, and the apocalypse. It was kill or be killed.
Everything that moved was food, and anything that spoke was danger. But he had
survived. Amid these ruins of humanity, sitting in a cave, the last man left
alive on Earth suddenly realised that he was going to die of boredom.
From @Sychlops:
Live-Tweeting
his bus journey from home to office and back.
Cracking a pun
on his canteen menu.
Posting jokes on
current Trending Topics.
Replying to
Mentions & DMs.
Sharing things
about his non existent life with strangers.
And watching
them do the same.
That's how it
was with him.
Twitter.
His refuge in
boredom.
From @IndianIdle: Those
two best friends were inseparable. They always sticked together. They were
different from the herd. They played to compete each other. Their boredom was
beyond the minds of normal people. But the game of shadows turned too serious.
World still suffers from Sherlock and Jim.
From @anushreekejriwa: He
worked throughout his life and never gave time to his family. After retirement
he tried being a doting father but got empty responses, his children called him
jobless. He went to the old age home, he was asked "why are you
here?", he said "I would get bored so I came here for company".
From @ChhotaRecharge: I
started from an idle mind and slowly plagued throughout schools. Schools to
home's was a crooked journey. From home to office, from work to leisure, I've
carved my way well. I own all relationships today and will soon contest for the
national sport. Hi, I'm boredom and I'm writing 'cuz I'm bored.
From @AmanjotKSandhu: He
slept with other girls. She had other boyfriends.
They had their
own reasons for infidelity.”She thinks only about herself.” “He never gives me
enough attention or care.”
But most of all
they were just bored of each other and the mind games.
Love , which
once flourished, was a feeling alien to them now.
From @aaroo4: She played
with the little ones toes singing “This little piggy went to market… this
little piggy went to the park…. “
*Wail…Wail*
Jolted awake,
she suddenly came alive, looking around to see where the howling was coming
from.
The baby was half lying on the bed, with her
head dangling..
Damn, I hate
babysitting
From @swordfish19: Once
upon a time in the kingdom of Bore there ruled a king. He always needed to be
entertained. Flame-throwers, Jugglers, Hunger-artistes, Dancers, and suchlike
graced his court throughout the day and kept him and the courtiers captivated.
When the neighboring king attacked Bore, the court was enjoying a particularly
interesting show of magic.
From @roshd: Chintu was
bored with his toys cars which needed to be wound up with a ‘key’ and raced. He
decided to do something different. He received the hiding of his life.
Apparently winding up the car and placing it on his baby sister’s head and
getting her hair all entangled was not a good idea.
From @hauntedhero: 7th Jan
10. The day after the competition, all worn down and lazy.
Laying on the
couch, with the lost thoughts, with the world's time. A random thought ran
across, of how to pass next 6 months.
The boredom on
that couch, and those few haywire thoughts lead me to form this Albedo
Informatics.
From @YearofRat: His old hands
trembled while holding the sharp knife, remembering his pals, many, partners in
crime. Most were gone now. He had to do this slowly, to savour every moment. The
last of his handmade wooden chess pieces whittled into shape for his board as he
waited for his NRI’s son weekly call on Skype.
From @veturisarma: He
could not name it nor he could bear it. He wanted desperately to get out of it
but there did not seem to be any way out. Acknowledging a crazy brainwave, he
reached his abandoned desktop. As he
started typing his way to ecstasy, he left a thought for his boredom which
ignited him.
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