Snapshot

We were born. We grew up. We went to college. We thought of changing the world. We thought of leaving a mark on the world. And then we had job.

A job. An object of desire of many, despise of many, but undisputedly one of the most widely practiced means of livelihood. You wake up, go to office, do your job, come back tired, think of what to have for dinner, have dinner if you feel like it, spend a couple of hours here or there and go to sleep to begin the same old day.

Many worksites are quite different from what I suggested just now. The times are changing fast. But so much for all the hoopla, I'm still stuck in a screenshot from Charlie Chaplin's 'Modern Times'. Guess I've become a drone working to increase shareholders' wealth and increase the revenue of the corporation I'm working for. And to think of it, I'm bestowed upon one of the most coveted profiles!

Is job satisfaction just a word in HR textbooks? And the bigger question, is there more to life than a job? A couple of friends, of which one is myself and another my room-mate, the third one doesn't meet daily, and if at all, just for a few minutes. Sunday work like liquid oxygen (recall Ajit: 'Robert, ise liquid oxygen mein daal do; liquid ise jeene nahi dega, aur oxygen ise marne nahi dega!)

I know that life has more to offer. Change in attitudes, the usual prescription for such symptoms, has helped but only a little. Somebody please answer Obama's cries for 'change'!

My right eye is flickering since a few days, considered to be a sign of goodluck. Whether this is more than one of the defense-mechanisms remains yet to be seen.

Hasmukh :)