Ever wondered the number of things a person can be afraid of? I mean one can be afraid of death and diets, dogs that bite, confined places, putting on braces, flying high, saying good-bye, etc., etc. Pretty normal stuff! You crawl towards me one day and tell me you are afraid to stand up because you suffer from something called stasibasiphobia and I will sit down besides you and say, “Not to worry! Happens to the best of us!”
But what happens to the rest of us?
Even before the “sixth term” (definition: Usually the last term of an MBA, characterized by marked disinclination to study, attend classes or be remotely associated with any academic activity) started, there was this constant fear of getting bored, of what-will-happen-if-there-is-nothing-to-do, of having oh-too-much-time-on-hands( nearly all sixth –term MBAs might refer to this as ‘bliss’ when they start working). So, January beginning, lest one gets bored, one goes home and over-stays. Quite pleasant...the home-turf...until one day, one accidentally knocks over a table...shouts ‘Oh boy!’...and mother, rather innocently, asks, “Which boy?” Time to return to college because of aberration in lingual wavelengths but...what if one gets bored? Then let’s go on a trip – to Goa and well, Goa! That is a story in itself! So let’s not digress now...we are talking of Thaasophobia – the constant fear of getting bored – and it is being well conquered. How? Well, throw in an occasional college fest, source and watch movies, plan (please don’t read ‘go on’) trips, roam around in markets, sleep till late (so that half the day is as it is over when you get up) and have a bunch of friends you can play pictionary with!
Still suffering from thaasophobia? Then, why don’t you check out the list of the blogs I read... right on your right!
Labels: Life...or something like it...
