The art of losing hobbies

Not everyday would you find yourself, losing interest in what you like doing most. Unfortunately, in my case I just did that, yet again yesterday. It all started from the simple WWF (currently WWE), I had liked it so much but then I did not know when or how it simply was something I wasn't watching any more.Surely, then was the era of cable boom my other real passion were also linked without doubt to the idiot box..there where these cartoons like Ritchie Rich, Swat Kats, Captain Planets and the simply unforgettable power extreme centurions (this is special because these guys took out the fear of heights in me when every time they would go 'Power Extreme' from considerable heights each time and ta..daaaa they would be this hybrid machine-superhuman heroes...prehaps also the reason why I have had three fractures of my hands always falling from varying heights, once tripping on the high jump line which was only being put in place as I attempted to jump over, the time before that from a plot boundary wall playing Chor-Police and the the final time from a second floor window VIA the parapet of the first floor window and finally crashing down on the ground below).

Growing up, I would be fascinated by action movies and cricket and lo behold the sporty young chap in me from the fat sloth that I am currently sprang up and I joined Karate classes and the summer cricket coaching camps. The Karate classes would go on everyday in the morning at 6 and go on about an hour I would come back go to school and then be back at the pitch right outside my house which was set in a fashionable boulevard where each house was alternately one behind the other one a little ahead and play cricket for 3-4 hours each day. I peaked in both of these as I went on to get a brown belt in Karate and captained the summer cricket coaching camp team at the tender :P age of my Class 7-9. Then came the monstrous Tenth standard board exams, my parents asked if I wanted to abandon the Karate class and I was just so happy that I would not have to awaken as early as five-ish in the morning and I promptly agreed. But then I couldn't sleep beyond 5 by then because of my early bird routine and I would get-up and be bored and finally ended up spending lots of time infront of the computer after my early morning bath and act as if I was studying behind closed doors (in reality was doing as would have been expected of any boy at that age-surf the uncharted territories of the then young internet). People were happy I was studying so hard that I also came back from school and repeated the same routine, as every other friend of mine was studying in the true sense as well our cricket sessions also seemed to fade away and finally stopped happening. I was into playing games and exploring deeper on the internet realm and it would not be wrong to say that although I had a book in one hand, where the other one was I would leave to people to guess ;)