Breaking free from that inertia

“I have too much energy and time at hand and no clue what to do in it.” I exclaimed “There is nothing that engages me mentally enough” is what I claimed as one of my biggest problem . And the worse is that I’m bored of my hobbies too. Yes, to much of my horror, I am bored of working out and reading as well. And to top it all, I have never been as free since 8th standard… Ya not even in school.

Having been out of touch for a long time this buddy of mine still saw me as her school companion who would dirty her hands in everything. “You used to attend those commercial art classes remember or something like that,” … “remember those plays, scripts, debates “she went on … and “those events” she buzzed with enthusiasm.

“Which world is she talking of?” I thought with an utter sense of disconnect. Was she talking of me I pondered. I walked back home thinking she just has no clue as to what I have grown into and completely wrote it off.

Then one day while cleaning my cupboard stared back at me a piece of writing … A writing that we all took proud in the last year of our school…. Yes my dear old fellas I am talking of that play of Khushi , Tanya , Riya and Simran ( I can already see a smile on some of your faces.. may be sometime we can get together and read it , I still have it)

And then I felt, how is that at that time we never cared of how the work would shape out but carried on just because we enjoyed it. What was it that was stopping me from trying my hands at something I left long back? I realized that I was just not sure and cared more about not being able to write well than just the fact that I may enjoy it.

But what the heck yaar I thought “I might just not get this kind of time ever again”. And before I again get lost in the grind of daily routine lemme just see how bad could I be .So my dear friends here I go ahead to trouble you with my blah blah and an amateurish endeavor. And you thought you could get some respite that we don’t see each other that often anymore!