As a young girl i always had the fascination of maintaining a
diary.....my own unedited version of of the absolutely idiotic foolish
things done at that erstwhile age...but alas.....from the last 10 yrs i
have been procrastinating the honorary event and finally ended up
typing"blogspot" in Google hoping to launch a vague attempt at RE-
inventing (as id like to place it) a creative[ahem!!!] masterpiece a.k.a
: "My own personalized blog page". Wise beings said that blogs is the
common playpen where the net denizens follow the motto" keyboards are
mightier that the sword" and expression of words become the virtual
avatar of the vast majority. So after months of pondering (read:
laziness) i managed to cook up an itty bitty sonnet!!
Let me first introduce myself......i am a 20 something(hurts to reveal the right age) and like most of the indian junta out there i work for the big honchos(in simple terms....a software engr working in an outsourcing firm).........
The industry's been good for its while...(ofcourse it also extorted a 11hr WO-man horse power)......but the transition from being the freebie which did what they wanted, when they wanted, would boast of heroic escapes to the watery eyed, butts always in one position arms wrenched...and realizing in a sudden reality bites moment that i ve gotten used to all this was appalling!!......Most disturbing was the fact that the friends which were an immutable more than family entity to me were slowly disappearing...either to foreign soils or proceeding towards marital bliss and so on.......few good men/women get left behind...and sumhow u know..tht these r the guys with whom u will be in touch for quite a while.......
Best thing abt being employable ;"u have ur own green moolah......worst thing: u spend it on gorging fast foods and living a 10k per month life(which an entire family in medieval times could survive with for 20yrs).........but not for qualitative time spending....like maybe for a change doing sumthn spontaneous....like the college time...hey i am not implying tht we lack the energy....its the contradictory timings and the daily rigmarole which makes us take a beating....sadly...!!......
meeting old timers which were next door becomes an endless web of planning.......but again....when the meeting happens.....u sit together in not a side ka tapri ka dukaan but a low sitting lightly dimmed good ol jazz playing sipping martini ....and traverse way back to the unforgettable "hostel" days.......
ad mist brief good byes...one sentiment echoes on the minds.... wish we cud do this more often...its been so long since ive actually been myself!!!...and tht feeling lingers with a sweet taste and leaves u pining for more.......Thts when u know that "life has come a full circle".....
The quest to "bus kuch karte hai yar life main...bahut timepass kar liya" started to sow its seeds in me....and mind it not cent %..i put in tht extra one percent at it...and shouted 200 times more....it worked for some time...(also get to travel abroad)..but but but on one rainy day .....my fiendish manager say:
PM: did u do the work ?
Me: No
PM: why? it is a top priority issue
ME: i was stuck in other also"HIGH PRIORITY" problems
PM: can u let me know when it can be done?
ME: another 5 hours
PM: (dies 9 lives...miraculously comes back again) 5 hrs!!!(shriek..........!!.........) no u must do it in 2hrs
..........................and the battle of modern panipat continues.........
Scene continues for a painful 3 weeks....with me working my donkeys arse off for a torturous 11 hrs....hoping that my manager's commendation will soon come along...to only realise...."tera to popat ho gaya kudiye"....!!.I was the jack in the box..thts when i felt...to hell with it.......i get my dough for an 8 to 5 job......and thats all the company takes from me..enough of being tied arnd the noose and given tiny tidbits to feed on .period!!......
so next question.....??...what happens to the zeal with which i walk to my workplace each day....yeah u guessed it right.....!!tht ZEAl becomes=> detached non interested obscurity ..........what happens of the manager...after few unsuccessful attempts he stops vn trying...whoo hooo...victory!!!And i get my release!!
Always trust ur own instincts:"STAND UP FOR WHAT U BELIEVE IN...if u dont talk u get left far behind in the R(people)AT race".........was what my mentors taught me...with each passing day...i stood there like a solid rock..didnt take anybody's shit.....started to interact with overseas customers...mapping their requirements....showering hindi gaalis(whn they demanded for the sun and moon)....and so forth.......!!!life was smiling again:)
Now after one year....and metamorphosing from the cherubic next door girl to the back wreaking professional!!...(oh my!!)......i honestly feel that youthfulness should never be lost...coz after this time will not tick backward.....so u have plenty of life in ur kitty to feel old.....this is ur world....ur playground.......go get them....if u dont do it now...when will u???!!......for a start "auditioning in roadies 6.0"........who knows maybe they'l ask to kiss a squelching pig from next time:P.....
Let me first introduce myself......i am a 20 something(hurts to reveal the right age) and like most of the indian junta out there i work for the big honchos(in simple terms....a software engr working in an outsourcing firm).........
The industry's been good for its while...(ofcourse it also extorted a 11hr WO-man horse power)......but the transition from being the freebie which did what they wanted, when they wanted, would boast of heroic escapes to the watery eyed, butts always in one position arms wrenched...and realizing in a sudden reality bites moment that i ve gotten used to all this was appalling!!......Most disturbing was the fact that the friends which were an immutable more than family entity to me were slowly disappearing...either to foreign soils or proceeding towards marital bliss and so on.......few good men/women get left behind...and sumhow u know..tht these r the guys with whom u will be in touch for quite a while.......
Best thing abt being employable ;"u have ur own green moolah......worst thing: u spend it on gorging fast foods and living a 10k per month life(which an entire family in medieval times could survive with for 20yrs).........but not for qualitative time spending....like maybe for a change doing sumthn spontaneous....like the college time...hey i am not implying tht we lack the energy....its the contradictory timings and the daily rigmarole which makes us take a beating....sadly...!!......
meeting old timers which were next door becomes an endless web of planning.......but again....when the meeting happens.....u sit together in not a side ka tapri ka dukaan but a low sitting lightly dimmed good ol jazz playing sipping martini ....and traverse way back to the unforgettable "hostel" days.......
ad mist brief good byes...one sentiment echoes on the minds.... wish we cud do this more often...its been so long since ive actually been myself!!!...and tht feeling lingers with a sweet taste and leaves u pining for more.......Thts when u know that "life has come a full circle".....
The quest to "bus kuch karte hai yar life main...bahut timepass kar liya" started to sow its seeds in me....and mind it not cent %..i put in tht extra one percent at it...and shouted 200 times more....it worked for some time...(also get to travel abroad)..but but but on one rainy day .....my fiendish manager say:
PM: did u do the work ?
Me: No
PM: why? it is a top priority issue
ME: i was stuck in other also"HIGH PRIORITY" problems
PM: can u let me know when it can be done?
ME: another 5 hours
PM: (dies 9 lives...miraculously comes back again) 5 hrs!!!(shriek..........!!.........) no u must do it in 2hrs
..........................and the battle of modern panipat continues.........
Scene continues for a painful 3 weeks....with me working my donkeys arse off for a torturous 11 hrs....hoping that my manager's commendation will soon come along...to only realise...."tera to popat ho gaya kudiye"....!!.I was the jack in the box..thts when i felt...to hell with it.......i get my dough for an 8 to 5 job......and thats all the company takes from me..enough of being tied arnd the noose and given tiny tidbits to feed on .period!!......
so next question.....??...what happens to the zeal with which i walk to my workplace each day....yeah u guessed it right.....!!tht ZEAl becomes=> detached non interested obscurity ..........what happens of the manager...after few unsuccessful attempts he stops vn trying...whoo hooo...victory!!!And i get my release!!
Always trust ur own instincts:"STAND UP FOR WHAT U BELIEVE IN...if u dont talk u get left far behind in the R(people)AT race".........was what my mentors taught me...with each passing day...i stood there like a solid rock..didnt take anybody's shit.....started to interact with overseas customers...mapping their requirements....showering hindi gaalis(whn they demanded for the sun and moon)....and so forth.......!!!life was smiling again:)
Now after one year....and metamorphosing from the cherubic next door girl to the back wreaking professional!!...(oh my!!)......i honestly feel that youthfulness should never be lost...coz after this time will not tick backward.....so u have plenty of life in ur kitty to feel old.....this is ur world....ur playground.......go get them....if u dont do it now...when will u???!!......for a start "auditioning in roadies 6.0"........who knows maybe they'l ask to kiss a squelching pig from next time:P.....
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