From the Pen of An Ex-Bore
Recently, when I was bored,
I meditated upon boredom,
Over a cup of tea.
And three instances crossed my mind.
In the classroom:
Once, as a student, I was bored
And dozed off;
Woke up with a start
When the drone of the lecture stopped.
The lecturer apologized:
Sorry for disturbing you!
A game of volleyball:
A member of my team,
Went woolgathering,
When the ball wasn’t coming his way.
Now, suddenly the ball came
And hit him straight in the chest.
Shocked, he let out a cry!
An interview—
Between a media person and a Professor:
The bored interviewer suddenly became alert
And shot back the same question.
Imagine the reaction around!
Well, we are all bored,
When we are not interested in
What we are doing;
Or we are not doing
What we are interested in;
Or have nothing to do.
Boredom, apparently harmless,
Will have its corrosive effect—on personality;
Initially may induce
Sleep and daydreaming.
Slowly absentmindedness creeps in.
And eventually addictions set in.
On the positive side, boredom suggests:
There’s peace and no particular worry.
Remedy?
A good plan of unwinding
And some attitudinal fine-tuning.
That’s almost all.
Good bye, Boredom!
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