No prizes for guessing who the monkey is here......the mind, the MIND, THE MIND! For all those silly minds that thought anything else but the mind itself, here's a fact that most spiritual gurus would vouch for - our mind is a monkey. Now why it is a monkey and not a rabbit, I don't know. In fact, now that I think about this, a rabbit would be a much more ideal synonym for the mind - after all, like really, what is the human mind most filled of? Rabbit stuff right? Anyhow, getting back to the monkey mind, I think the gurus think its a monkey because it jumps so much. Hahahaha yet again that would make me think of the rabbit but, but, but back to the monkey.
So I am thinking, I am most impulsive when I'm bored. My friend Rose Mary would vouch for this and she ain't no spiritual guru (ok that was a forced pun, though she could be a rabbit - haha). Anyway, so yeah, I'm really quite impulsive when I'm bored. Its a bit strange - poeple are impulsive when they're in love, they're impulsive when they're angry, they're even impulsive when they are in the middle of a busy work day but I'm impulsive when I'm bored. Like right now Im a bit bored and so I am writing this note on being impulsive. I could go to sleep but I am bored because its past midnight, I'm just 3 breezers down and because I have nothing else to do, I am bored.
Anyway, since I am bored, I'm going to let the monkey tell some stories - of thoughts and actions from my bored-diaries!
1) Its a fine Monday morning and I'm traveling in the fancy AC bus to work (its not so fancy by the way, its crowded and annoying most times but works well for me nevertheless). So I am standing in this crowded nonsense bus, BORED, and suddenly the monkey comes knocking. And I think, the best job for a man is to be a bus conductor. Why men haven't figured this out yet is beyond me. The bus conductor, as shabby as he might be, walks up and down, up and down, up and down the crowded bus, brushing himself against people, read ladies. Imagine this, women are packed in a small space, sticking to each other for dear life (even though its a perfectly safe, concealed bus and no one can ever fall down). But we ladies apparently like sticking to each other and then suddenly you have the bus conductor tearing his way through the bevy of women - he HAS to be a happy man. And I have noticed, he will walk through the women a 100 times but when it comes to tearing through the man's world, he doesn't even bother if they haven't bought tickets. No wonder Rajnikanth was an equally happy man when he was a bus conductor as he is now, being a super star.
2) I have just come back home and realize there is no curd at home. I am tired and hungry but grudgingly have to go down 6 floors to buy a box of curd. Of course the 6 floors dont feel much because I use the lift. So I enter the lift, press the button and almost instantly, I am bored. One floor down, the lift stops and a bald man enters. The door shuts and the bald man stands at a safe distance, completely harmless. But because I am bored and I am staring at his head, I have this sudden, insane urge to slap him on his head. Just like that. For no apparent reason. I just want to see what shape his head might take if I were to slap it.
3) One morning, in fact this morning, I was again in the bus, on my way to work. Bored again. So I decided to experiment with something. We are all energies right. So I'm thinking, if I am just energy, I might be able to draw positive energy from some source instead of allowing my energy to go negative by allowing it to be bored. So I decide to send a sweet, pleasant morning message to someone I know, but someone I don't know too well. In fact, this someone is someone I don't know why i know or if I would want to continue to know him or if knowing him really means that I know him atall. All an outcome of a bored mind. But anyway, I sms him saying "Good morning, have a splendid day". He instantly responded saying "Hey, have a great day too, much love". I was right, just a small bored gesture brought a smile to my face and made the red beep of danger zone on low energy shoot up to a happy green, positive energy state.
I could go on writing 4th and 5th and the 6th anecdote, but I have been warned about the length of my blogs so I shall end here. Point I am making eventually? The bored monkey mind is a fun toy. Strange toy. Happy toy. Toy nevertheless. Never stop playing. (and this, as always, is a dash existential masala that I most times end up with)
Ok I go watch Friends now to entertain the monkey!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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