Now, what am I doing here?

So what does one do in instances of chronic boredom after most of the friendly civilisation is packed away in some college or the other miles away?

1. Watch TV. (duh!!)
2. Sleep off the better half of the day. (New found pleasure, this. But after a few slumbersome days I figured it was too much of a criminal waste of time :). Nice guy, me.)
3. Watch movies on TV.
4. Browse the net for nothingness.
5. Watch comedy scenes on TV. (especially the ones with goundamani punch lines)
6. Smuggle a computer game from an unassuming teenager(read "sailesh") in Bangalore to Chennai in your camera and perhaps play it till your fingers blister.
7. Watch megaserials on TV. (I did NOT do that)
8. Catch "Hari Pandian 6: Maya Ilavarasan" twice at the movies in as many weeks. (do NOT feel sorry for me- I had friends for company both times)
9. Watch a Sam Anderson movie on TV. (YES, believe me- some pathetic excuse for a TV channel has finally recognised the epitome of melodrama and the mastery of the fine art of "acting" that Sam Anderson stands for.)
10. Finish reading "Very Good, Jeeves", even if your bolsterous abdomen bursts in the offing. (On the job.)
11. Watch a movie in which the hero beats up two dozen mobsters, half of who very thoughtfully fly through a shop window on being touched by the hero and the other half do the same, on TV. (er...I am trying to convey that I watched Tamil movies on TV)
12. Start writing a blog. (Here I am!!!)
13. Pack up for hostel. (And here I go!!!)

Really, what AM I doing here? Why did I start writing a blog?

"Who cares why?" would perhaps make a more fitting (and my natural) reply, but the truth is, "I don't know".

You see, throughout these holidays, I haven't had much to interest me, and one fine day I figured, "Why not write a blog?". Many fine days have passed since that thought struck me, and today, two days before I move into hostel, I finally pick up my blocks and start writing. Who knows, maybe I could might have a few mighty jolly adventures in the next few months that I could record here.

Frankly, I do not make much of my own writing skills and would, on a sunny day with crows cawing from the tree outside my balcony, take an hour (read "atleast an hour") to pull up a right decent 200-word essay on "Steps to maintain good hygiene and cleanliness in your locality". (Trust me, I HAVE written an essay on that very topic, and that too quite a few years since I was last three-and-a-half feet tall and the sole instruments by which I voiced my opinion of the world outside were Natraj pencils). What with my literature limited to not too much more than Enid Blyton and Sir Doyle, my best appeal at humour being pretty conkish Wodehouse-ian slang, and the sarcasm of a coyote caught in a Conibear trap.

But then, as the best of mottoes goes, "Who cares?". So here I am, typing away on a sunny day with crows cawing from the tree outside my balcony, and there you are, reading this. :)