The hardest part of doing Absolutely Completely Damnably nUthiNgg!!

Somebody, I am not sure who(but somebody must have) said : A man without a motive is like a ship without a radar. While I solemnly swear I have a motive(and a pretty good one at that), I confess that for the past sometime I have been exceptionally jobless, indolent, and with no interest whatsoever to change my condition.Surprisingly, it is not sleeping till noon, that occupies me.No, not that.I generally get up at 5 in the morning and prepare myself for a day of work, good and meaningful.So, I begin with a walk across half the town,while the handful of early risers(vegetable vendors,ricksawwalas,chaiwalas groping in the last darkness)stare with natural curiosity and, I bet, some contempt.Amidst all I carry myself, huffing and puffing and working really hard to convince myself of the worth of such a task.

But with the rising sun, my hope drowns.On the right side of my bed half a dozen books stand piled.These are the ones I already completed(also,undoubtedly my favourites).Looking at these gives me a silent satisfaction as well as a revolting shouting craving for something more.I fervently wish that I had not finished these, so that I still would have the pleasure to have them as potential readables.I am through with books.Enough.

Then I take resort to my laptop, and if God is good and the modem responds I get the opportunity to find myself online.Great, online...now whatt??!!??check the scrapbook.Next 15 mins invested there.Bored.Next??check mail...hardly 5mins.Then??Wikipedia...searching for an array of stuff from the grail...to head of the states...to the origin of my name...to Clark Gable...to gone with the wind...to bermuda triangle...to blackholes.half way through I lose interest and the other half way my internet connection loses it.That'll do.

Television sucks bigg time. Newschannels go on with the same stuff again and again and again ad nauseam.But poor things, now they cannot make new stuff for me every second.Abandoned.An occasional classic on some channel keeps me hooked on for some blessed hours.Music channels I avoid with all my might.The same crap over and over again.Can't they play some oldies, and semi-oldies??

Lately, I have taken recourse to cooking.Every weekend I cook something special for my brother.Last week, it was Aloo Tikki.The rest of the week I try to plan and learn some new stuff and bug Dad to get the necessary ingredients.But, Dad eventually ends up doing more that what is required of him.He would constantly poke his nose and try to help and tell me an unendurable thousand times that I cannot handle pots and pans, and cooking is not my game(which I conclude is an obnoxious lie or unpardonable ignorance on his part).We constantly fight during the preparations and I can hardly remember a time when the serving was done with the both of us in good humour.My brother says, all this has a negetive impact on the food.So, I have learnt to cautiously ignore Dad's intrusions.This week I plan bread rolls.Let's see. Will definitely report it.

However, overall I cannot find anything worthwhile to do.With my brother locked in his room with books(boards u see),I have nothing to do but daydream.A jolly bad idea, I say.Once I tried pulling out my hair out of utter boredom.But, with so much iron in the water here wreaking havok on my hair I could not but be merciful to the lot.So,here I am putting down all that pent up crap in my blog.Convenient, must say.