WHAT I WROTE IN BOREDOM

Boredom doesn't kick in suddenly. It begins at ground level. Slowly and steadily catching up to meet you. It is a very interesting process, if you ask me. Right from the toe, it begins to crawl up. In time it reaches the knee level, and then binds you to your seat. Robs you off the will to move. Going on, it reaches the groin. You hate to get up even to attend the nature's call. And then when it clutches your tummy, you don't really care about the rats tango-ing inside it, begging you to devour the delicacies in the kitchen. About time it climbs up to the heart. You're too bored to romance. Too bored to flirt. Too bored to be heartbroken, alright. Marching up the throat, boredom continues to roll. You don't wanna answer any call. You don't wanna waste your breath to talk. Rather, you're too bored to. And all you do is yawn. Well boredom, this evil fellow that he is. Enters the nose after a while. You're too bored to smell a big fat fart. But boredom? It has plans to enter the eye. Now you know why no amount of T.V. entertains your mind? One plunge into the brain, is coming up next. You don't think, you don't care. Hola! 'Peace of mind' for free. This lousy, but active guy happily gives you that. It's always there. Oh-so-om-ni-present. Before every task, after every task. "Annoying boredom" won't just let you be. Unless you ignore it and quickly go to sleep. 

Try this when bored.