Is Hobby Pointless?

“Pursuing a hobby is the rich peoples’ business”

Well, that’s what every middle-class parent in India think. They think that hobbies are a waste of their child’s precious time and their hard-earned money. Parents wish for their child to have only one hobby i.e studying. As that hobby will land them a good job and provide them with bread and butter for the family.

We often hear many success stories of people where their hobbies paved their way to success and took them from rags to riches.

An entrepreneur from Chicago turned his gardening hobby into a multi-dollar business and another female entrepreneur turned her hobby of sewing pillows into million dollar business idea.

It is not necessary to have a hobby which keeps our pocket full. It is completely fine if someone doesn’t earn any money from it, but what’s more important is that it should feed your soul.

A hobby is something people do when they are not working. It is something they do for themselves, not for the society, or for money, or for any other constraints humanity has imposed on them. It could be something as small as collecting stamps or as big as making expensive jewelry. No matter, how big or small, a hobby is the “passion for life”.

Apart from the spiritual soothing, it is also good for mental health. It is a great way to relieve stress and do something productive and creative in the leisure time.
Socially, it is a boon for the ‘socially awkward’ people as it is a verified way to meet new people sharing the same passion.

Economically, having a hobby doesn’t hurt the wallet. For eg, if someone has a passion for painting, then he never needs to buy a painting from the market, instead, he can do it himself.

So, all in all, a hobby is not pointless at all. Now, is it?

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The New Girl in Town

I have recently moved, well not recently actually… been almost a month.. but haven’t got a chance to write about it. You know how it is, right? New people, new place, new things and new problems. I was so wind up in everything.

Do I feel homesick?
Well, not really. I don’t miss my old city. I have wanted to get out of there my whole life. And, in this alien city among strangers, I don’t miss my home, I actually miss that homely feeling.

I was so used to having my mother around to take care of the things for me. I never, in my life, felt the need to save a reminder on my phone. I just told her and she remembered it for me. I never set the alarm clock to wake up early in the morning. I just told her the time, and she would get up an hour before to get everything ready for me.

Enough with the homesickness talk. Now about this new place and new people:

My introvert readers will agree, that making friends at a new place is so much difficult. Just when I was getting along fine with my classmates (it took me four years to open up with them). Now, I am at a new place (my workplace) and the same questions that my friends have asked me some years back, are popping up again.

ROUND-2. “Why are you so quiet?”, “Why don’t you talk?” (DUH! Because I am new here!. Wait till I get comfortable, then you would be the one begging me to shut up.)

OKAY. Got it! You were not so shy when you were new. You used to chatter and gossip a lot. But then again, I am not you. BUT, I am not shy either. And, I think more than I talk and I would rather not talk just for the sake of talking.(you know the small talks and stuff).

I believe that a conversation should be heartful rather than forced.

Well, there’s that. And, I know you guys follow me for my poems, and I promise I will be writing one soon. Before I do that, I will write more about this new city and the new people here.