It’s a corporate life where I am sitting at my hutch and staring at my desktop for whole 12 or more hours, some times reviewing e-mails from clients, orkutting or frankly chatting with friends. My space where I sit are portrait of close friends or you could say piece of people with whom I shared my vitality and where at every point of time my life changed.
An orchid bouquet that is being lying on my desk for past 25 days, still I do not feel like discarding it for the simple reason, that each day I think my life gets exhausted the way this flower gets. A bottle filled with water reminding me that my body needs water to survive.
Speakers through which I could loosen my mind. But where’s the bloody time for music, when 12 hours I am running round the whole office to get my work done from different people.
A list of all extensions of various people in the agency, which reminds me, what a big organization, I am working in. A telephone line where I can make calls to my clients, receive their calls with all those abuses, or calls for some corrections in their ad.
I could see all faces hooked on to their respective comps and people typing shamelessly to glory, whatever work they think is important, or making calls to their clients and noting the changes which needs to be incorporated.
Oh what a place have I got, where I could just roll out from my seat and there I could see the whole ceaseless sea, where the sun rising and setting at its best, where the boats or ships seem tiny from far and the water seems crystal-clear blue.
It looks all so pretty from here.
"Making the transition from college to work is often more traumatic than entering college and leaving home for the first time.
Its 11 pm in the evening and I am still at work wondering why the hell am I here in office, when I am supposed to be partying hard, on a Friday night with my friends. Is this the life I wished for where I am working hard for no reason, where I hear swears from my parents when I reach home after a long day at work? And my mom still on shock mode where she imagined all wildest things ever she could think till I reached home which would happen to her dear daughter.
It’s all that I have been doing for those peanuts you call or those big monies which gives me all those little pleasures I could buy from them. Its my work or my client that keeps me so occupied that I hardly know when diwali was on and how it passed off. Except for the fact that I hogged on to those yummy sweets and lit diyas all over my dwelling to make it feel like diwali.
The agency where the studio department always gives you a tough time or you could say they are an add on with those burgers to test your frustration level after your client has already chewed your brains and your energy level has been exhausted.
Sometimes I wonder right from when my day starts where I have a journey to make in a so-called local train to my workplace. A journey which takes me exactly an hour and half right from the rick journey from my home to the station and from there a train which drops me till the dead end station of Mumbai and from there again a bus journey or a cab to my office.
The train journey being the most exciting part of the day where I struggle hard to get into the ladies compartment which is worse than??? I don’t know what. Actually cannot compare or nothing can be worse than a train journey. All I can see around me are women who are yapping to glory be it about their husbands, boyfriends, or their in-laws or bitching about other women bumping into her out of no choice of the jammed train. Out in that crowded train you can see women selling goods where an ant also cannot pass. Its morning, past 8 and you can see women shopping for clothes, kitchen stuffs, accessories etc.
Therefore corporate life is all about spending a huge amount of your so called precious life at work trying to earn those big bucks and slogging your ass to glory. "I am not trying to dig a canal and live in our cabin in the woods, I want to be connected to the world, but on my own terms."
Have a gr8 winter....
Divs
