Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Years down the line

Perhaps this is best pictured as a what-if scenario. May it never come true.

It all started when I was but a wee lad when visiting relatives from far off lands of wealth and mystery dropped in at our home. Their presence filled us, still unable to find the means to leave this land of poverty and stagnation, with awe and wonder. Their very presence made our lives that much more pleasurable. They sat me down next to them and asked me a question. A question they assumed to stimulate an intellectual conversation. And as they asked the question, the humble people at our home waited with bated breath for me to answer the question.

The Question?

Ah, yes. The Question. The Question in question, never really left me. For I was always asked, " Where do you see yourself ten years from now?". I finally decided to exorcise the ghost of this question. The ghost of the lies and the barely concealed half truths in the interviews. The ghost of the irritation I felt each time I heard the Question. Yes, it is time. Where do I see myself ten years from now?

Years down the line

I see myself commuting in heavy traffic to a job I barely tolerate. I see myself waiting at the traffic lights as the light continues to stay red. I wait of the chance to jump the moment it turns amber. I sit at my desk wondering whether what I did yesterday, was what I did any other day. In a life in which even the outer lane is the slow lane.

I see myself in a neatly pressed shirt and crisp trousers. I see myself with neatly trimmed hair and a clean shaved face. I see myself using words like "business logic", which I presume is more money grubbing as compared to normal logic which is more egalitarian, benevolent and works of the benefit of all humanity.

I see myself happily participating in approved fun events, organising fairs to improve employee morale. I see myself in a world where my job is the centre of my life. A life in which I want to say, as Eric Cartman did, "Screw you guys, I'm going home" to my superiors, but unable to summon the courage to. I see myself in a life which is anything but.

Help!

5 comments:

Nanga Fakir said...

hey, this is recycled maal...

Tarun R said...

I had put it up before, but I had removed it. I had removed it because it was very raw and not what I intended it to mean.

Now it has been slightly reworked. So, hopefully it says what I want it to say.

Nanga Fakir said...

Anyway...it's hilarious. "...visiting relatives from far off lands of wealth and mystery dropped in at our home". Ha ha ha....

Safari Al said...

Neat new look.... if you know how to custom design the templates for blogger, lemme know.

I have a couple of neat ideas...

Tarun R said...

For now, I just download a style and modify it to suit my design. Still trying to write a theme from scratch.

I'll let you know when I have it figured.