Well, that was another cup of coffee that found place in my tummy. A monitor is glaring at me and I am its undisputed master, hands keep juggling between the keyboard and the mouse. Eyes do try to take a sneak peek of the surrounding to return to its usual place without finding much to feel too good about anything. No wonder why it is said “ What’s there in the look unless it is returned”?
Right at the bottom is time ticking away and informs me that it is 4:12 pm. Another 2 hours and 18 minutes to go (mind you, the time remaining has not been mentioned in just lose terms, that’s very much precise and adhered to). The environment around me is calm, no talking and murmuring. Let alone finding people standing on someone else’s cubicle, to discuss something as trivial as work or something as crucial as the batting by the Indian team in the match last evening. Otherwise you find all glued to their machines (no matter what they are doing), that too if one is not good enough, then there those who are making the best of their extended desktop. No clue how it aids, well that’s really not our area of concern.
We survive an era where technology rules us and we happen to be mere puppets in its hand. The ambition to stand out as a winner of this rat race has compelled us to stretch ourselves more than required and no question why companies offer laptops to their employees so that they can extract the most out of them. I too happen to be a slave of this master called technology but then I refused to accept its bossing at home thus declined the offer of possessing a laptop. I marvel what you must be thinking about me? Such a workaholic place with an equally serious ambience, with me as the only useless soul scribbling this piece of gibberish at the peak hours. Yes! I am probably the most useless individual here now, but then I can only refine the reason mentioned here.
Actually people working in the software industry are identified with cribbing and nagging about the amount of the work they have to deal with. Although it’s a white collared job but it’s a ‘black and white’ world that’s frustrating and boring. And as we know that the word of mouth navigates faster than the wind to popularise any negative beliefs thus who so ever enters this globe comes with a preconceived notion and a phobia to find that the ultimate truth is far away from reality.
On one hand there are those who toil at their respective work places till the dead hour of the night while on the other are those who spend idle hours with their machines to be billed to the client for the day. Why does this piece of information never evaporates from these small cubicles much like the other part of the story?
I believe life here is a project driven vehicle that depends largely on the geography of the client. It gives you the jump-start with the best of technologies, salaries followed by hikes and perks at the cost of time and compromises. But then that is what life is, is it not?
