Have you ever felt that nothing different ever happens? You wake up, do the usual things after waking up, go to work, do the usual things at the work place, then you go home afterwards, or after you’ve rendered overtime. The same cycle that varies only during weekends, where weekends are also a repetition of the other weekends.

Such is the monotony of life. This is why respites are a necessity – escapes from the usual routines.

When I get bored at work, I take a deep breath then stop from what I am doing, and do the rounds. I try to kill time before it kills me. Or I sing in the middle of a pile of work to break the nagging silence in my room, or play the MP3 and sing along. I don’t care if I get off tuned. Nobody’s there to judge if I sang according to key.

The best way for me to stop this languor for a few moments is to talk idly, and I say idly, with my friends – anything goes – from jokes, green jokes, facts of life, people, actors, actresses, bosses, pet peeves, etc. And how I love those 15-minute breaks, really! And I love the extension even more, thanks for some leniency.

Some would even think, which I do at times, that there must be an occasional anomaly to break the monotony. Not that you do break in a bank to rob, or force somebody into sex, or engulf yourself with illegal substances. Just the kind that is very different from the typical sequence but still reasonable and humane.

And I wonder would there be any real relief from this tiresome iteration?

Don’t mind me, I am just bored to some extent for the moment…