And when boredom sets in...

My sister warned me - Do NOT get bored this time. And I promised her I wont. It looks like this is the Nth time I am breaking the same promise. What do you do when you have not the faintest idea of what bores you so much. The boredom is not of the person. People are great. Lovable. But it is the ritual. The process is killjoy. The same ol' - Making phone calls and waiting for them. Life just goes on otherwise. You go to work, you get home, you sleep. It is a rewind-play cycle. You play the same side of the record and you have no clue what's on the other side. The other side is probably as boring as this side. And you do not want to try it - for you are scared it will be worse. There is nothing to look forward to. It is as predictable as it can get. The life side of the record can be played all over again each day but the love side of the record? You can't do it more than a couple of times. The boredom sets in and you chuck the record out of the window. And that is when you realize that you threw life out too. 

But how does it matter anyway? You were bored to death. Sometimes you can't even chuck the record - for you just bought it a couple of days back. And you were longing to buy it. You knew it was going to be the same trite mundane noise in the name of music. But you can't help it. You are a love-sick puppy and any record that seems to play the love song, you will get it. And damn! the record sucked! You wait for a couple of months because you can't chuck it that soon after all. You feel guilty. You have nothing against the record. It is just that the instruments are the same. And all that you thought would be music turned out to be noise. Noise all the time. The artist is great but he can't help it but churn out noise. And you'd probably get used to some noise some day and keep it forever. 

And the rest is destiny.