Sunday, October 5, 2008

Workplace Bazooka: Sometimes I Think!

(Caution: Long post!)

With Inflation soaring, media moaning and nothing is happening as such – I got to think something! I begin this post with erratic statement, but you have to spare me. See, I tried very hard, but could not figure it out and finally thought to doodle it here.
See, it’s mechanical or satanical – whatever! Yeah, bit of hangover. What more would you expect from yourself, if your daily chores revolve around office, nagging boss, wicked colleagues and a bed (yeah, that’s what I call home these days). Well, that’s a common description of an office. I am not expecting any Empathy!

In case, I try to rub this dirt over my heavy-loaded brain, I feel like a loser – you know why? Because, we all got to run – once you are down, you are about to commit suicide in this Race cum Stampede – where the winners are not only judged by the time they take to finish the race, but also for extra score they get, while crushing the losers or weak contenders under their feet. OK, it sounds confusing. See, if once in a blue moon, I try to think beyond my office, next appraisal, next project or whatever next – I forcibly try to re-orient my mind to think what is important for me. After all, I got to buy a car very soon. And, this is what we call success these days. A successful man – crowded by things he gathers throughout his life. Bit Philosophical…So what? At least, here I can write what I feel. (And, if you are feeling yucky then sorry, I warned you in the beginning!)

And, this would continue. If that’s not true then do one thing, just take a break from your busy life – go to a hill station nearest to your bustling workplace…I mean, it should not take much of your seconds (each value a gold coin) when planning about this vacation. And the moment you would reach there, you might end up feeling (Lets say in 50-50 cases) as if you are disqualified from the race or other people might reach somewhere in the meantime. Or, your boss would give your 90% finished project to someone else. Scary situation indeed! Someone might take all the credit. See it’s beyond that common account book debit and credit. It’s about conspiracies, sycophants, and fools – all blend well to make a modern day workplace.

And, then you would feel that agonizing ennui. So, your final resort would be to come back to you workplace as soon as possible.

And, as you would reach office, while rubbing your middle finger on your laptop – you surely get that second life. That’s the influence of a mechanical life. In some way or another we feel like winner in those cubicles. Well that’s what I believe and any time if that second thought bites as, whenever we ask that question to ourselves – This is what we call life? Then, you get your antidote ready. Yes, just get bit nostalgic. Think about your college days, when you made a promise to yourself that someday I Would reach here, there and nowhere (Oops! Bit cynical, can’t help it, born with these traits). And, when you compare your HMT Old Days with OMEGA present life – you just love those three small walls of your cubicle and pay enough attention to all that around you – laptop, pen, notepad…or…

OK, now that you have reached here (Congratulations: Praiseworthy Effort), you must be thinking that, what I am puking about is not clear yet! See, I am like all those happy-go-with-salary people, who let their lives flow with the wind – and, we are happy too! After all, that’s why we studied and tolerated all those moments when we felt that this is not the way we should lead our lives. Because every now and then, this human quotient (or my lazy side…bit sick of this routine life) gives us those pangs that our so-called feelings are also constrained by this robotically maneuvered life – we either plan to take a short break or write about it. Yes, I am doing that.

Now that you have remained with me for so long…here comes the conclusion!

We are just spending our time…and we have no problems because everybody does it! That’s how the life goes…See, I tried to write something…I forgot…and ended up…don’t know what!

So, our thinking has also turned mechanical. Great! I am not feeling anything.