Wikipedia will tell you, "A hobby is a regular activity that is done for enjoyment, typically during one's leisure time". But is it so easy to explain? They ask me the same while they interview me. I tell them, "Sir, reading books, playing guitar, listening to music, watching documentaries". Wish I could tell them I am still searching for one. Something, "What you love and let it kill you, let it drain you of all". I know this as I know equally in the end I will not remember my "so called hobbies", yes I may remember jumping in Ganga river when I was in the mid..when the flow was high in the mountains, rafting, trekking and riding in Mussorrie. And I want to remember so much more like climbing Mount Everest, discovering every inch of my country, going into some jungle and not coming back unless I discover what a primitive life is, Skydiving, Scuba diving and the list goes on.
But what I can do now or what I do in these monotonous days?
I get into moods when I don't feel like reading, don't feel like sleeping don't want to write this blog or diary, at that point I try to forget my existence. I borrow sometime from myself and in the morning just before when the sun is about to rise I see flock of birds starting there journey...I like the chirruping sound of birds, the coo of pigeons and I hate the caw-caw of crows. Miss the air gun hearing that sound. Daily I wait for that pandemonium of parrots to fly above my terrace. You know I miss those sparrows, they were so many when I was small, today they are no where...like my old friends. I try smell the rain or air, look on to the moon and the darkness around, wondering what the clouds looks like a man, a train or can I see that person whom I love the most. You know more importantly the moon never tells me how much I owe to him.
Sir, this is my hobby. But will you accept this, you want a real answer? OK
I like reading books, playing guitar, listening to music, watching documentaries.
Sir replied, "Good, so your hobbies helps you to understand world better."
I, "Yes Sir, they do"
But what I can do now or what I do in these monotonous days?
I get into moods when I don't feel like reading, don't feel like sleeping don't want to write this blog or diary, at that point I try to forget my existence. I borrow sometime from myself and in the morning just before when the sun is about to rise I see flock of birds starting there journey...I like the chirruping sound of birds, the coo of pigeons and I hate the caw-caw of crows. Miss the air gun hearing that sound. Daily I wait for that pandemonium of parrots to fly above my terrace. You know I miss those sparrows, they were so many when I was small, today they are no where...like my old friends. I try smell the rain or air, look on to the moon and the darkness around, wondering what the clouds looks like a man, a train or can I see that person whom I love the most. You know more importantly the moon never tells me how much I owe to him.
Sir, this is my hobby. But will you accept this, you want a real answer? OK
I like reading books, playing guitar, listening to music, watching documentaries.
Sir replied, "Good, so your hobbies helps you to understand world better."
I, "Yes Sir, they do"
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