Thus spake the bored - Part 1

There is no such thing as a stable life cycle I suppose. Many people call a stable cycle boring. Which is true. But truth is that if you have decided that you are bored, then you might as well jump off a cliff for your dose of adrenaline but you ll still be bored on your way down.

Me, I got bored and quit my job. I had been offered a promotion with a fabulous pay hike but engineering isn't the mistress it once used to be and I just decided to walk out. I have since then neither applied to other jobs, nor felt the need to get out of my den. My wife, Lila, threw a fit when I told her that I had quit but now she has resigned herself to the fact that she is going to be the sole breadwinner for the family for the foreseeable future. Poor thing. I think I can see dark lines forming under her eyes already.

It is funny to think that I, a topper in school, a flunkee in college, a resurgent force in training and a gifted project manager decided to stop working. At the age of 25 when I decided to marry my long time girlfriend, I thought my life was made. I would retire at 58. The kids Would have been through school and college by then and we would have saved enough cash to go travel the world.

Would-a, should-a, could-a. But Not-a. The savings haven't materialized, the job was rubbish and we don't have any kids either. The kids part was out of my control though. Nothing much you can do when you have loaded your gun but fire only blanks. Its 10 years now since I got married with all these lofty dreams. 10 years where I seem to have come cropper.

This morning has been no different from yesterday. I woke up well after Lila would have started work in office and decided to give the shave a miss today too. I like the 'stubbled' look and I am thinking of keeping it. I then made myself a cup of my favorite black coffee with no sugar and have been sitting in the den ever since with my laptop open. I seriously have nothing useful to do. I tried following the stock market for a few days but then I just got bored. I tried watching one of them serials on tv and I felt a strong urge to kill myself. I ve tried sports but I just get too tired. Hence, I just sit in the den.

Lila called a while back to tell me that she is going for an office party. Its funny how there was no offer for me to join in. Not that I would have, but I still find it funny how she hates to just introduce me as her bum of a husband in front of all the shiny staff around her. I just think that I will settle down with some leftovers and watch butch cassidy and the sundance kid until she comes home.

Its morning. I woke up on the chair in the den with an aching shoulder and then realized that I had slept all through the night in the den. Lila had not woken me up and there seemed to be no other presence in the house meaning that she had probably left for work. I just walked dazed to the bathroom to take a shower and noticed that the laundry basket was empty. Which was odd cos usually Lila would have left her previous days clothes there for me to throw into the washing machine. But there was nothing. I suddenly had a premonition that something was not quite right and saw that her bed hadn't been slept in. All the remaining sleep vanished from my system and I rushed to call her.

I m sitting in the den again. The long and short of Lila not coming home during the night was that she was never gonna come back. She has found the perfect person to share her life with at the party last night. I know that a tequila induced haze is a dangerous thing but even through that one thing had been clear to her. I no longer fitted in her life and she had decided to break away.

No worries. If this is how life was intended to turn out, what else can I do but live along? It does hurt a bit thinking about Lila but there is only so much a human being can take I suppose. Or maybe she was just a selfish bitch. Whatever.

To be continued..