Corporate dramarama

Projecting PPT on a vertical glass table and writing on the projection with a marker while talking- there is something so effective and charming about making a point so effectively! Someone really wants us to progress…

Half of your body goes right under the workstation table, bringing you closest to the PC at the perfect angle… someone brilliant has planned workspace interiors.

The snug chairs and carpet in the conference rooms, the amazing paper quality in notepads and gliding gel pens… who thought of pampering us?

The LCD screens of our computers, the jazzy laptops, the coffee options on the vending machine, the auto janitor in fragrant washrooms, the personalised corporate stationery… someone please tell the inventor of these that we are not superhumans… although we should be for the sake of carrying responsibilities.

Fancy visiting cards, identity cards, placards at airports, nameplates on doors, signature line in emails… reminds us who we are…  very few get this, so we better do something while it lasts…

Pressure is crushing…

Please don’t get up one day and wonder, ‘what the fuck am I doing here?’ coz you knew it all along, its just that you got more priviledged and experienced to ask that question…

Just get up and leave… bow down for the final time to the place who made you a person in the face of challenges, conflicting interests, compromising choices, temptations and heartbreaks…  

…And we are still not complaining about the patriarchy in the corporate vein. That’s the party pooper.

So Simple...

Have you ever felt 'the inevitable' happen to you?

When it is your turn to go on the stage and perform… that uneasy feeling inside you. Sometimes you wish you were somewhere else; but you are not. You have to go out there and perform. Wasn’t it your choice to perform anyways? Technically yes. But at that time you know it is not you. There is something bigger at work.

I have felt ‘something-bigger-at-work’ happening lately in my life.

When I talk about my career

When I talk about getting married

When I talk about sustaining relationships

When I sit with my parents across the table eating dinner and they tell me all those things that adults talk about…

The inevitable has come.

I am not ready for life.

I have no clue why. I guess I am scared of making mistakes. I hate ‘I-told-you-so’s’.

It is not because I am self-righteous. I guess I do not want to go through the entire circle of incidents just to learn the simplest things in life. I don’t.

“One in hand is worth two in the bush”

“The people you meet while going up are the same people you meet; on your way down.”

“Loka deyi brahma gyaan, swatha matra korde pashan.” (People who often preach, are the ignorant ones)

“Usheera ney aalela yash thambta.” (Success that arrives late; stays.)

I would rather write these lines a thousand times as imposition, than living it through.

Happiness is good.

I have grown up seeing people have a career, a loving family and always a smile on their face. I always wanted that. I am lucky that I got that too.

But it feels different. Not like how I imagined as a kid.

It does not feel like ‘happiness’. It does not make me laugh-till-I-cry. It does not give me the foot rub relaxation.  The way I feel after a meal; is what happiness feels like- content, like filling up a cavity.

Maybe that is happiness.

Now at the age of 26, happiness is something I need to reach- like a destination.

- Career

- Marriage

- Social responsibility as a human being

- Being a friend….

These and many more things are bridges to my happiness.

I have to make the right choices in career, marriage, friendship and other responsibilities.

Only then I will be happy.

All those people who say otherwise; are just smiling through an operation without anaesthesia.

Right choices are the ones that make me feel better about being a human being and brings out the best in others.

So simple, hai na?

The choices have to reflect who I am and who I am are trying to be.

Who am I? Who am I trying to be?

Good questions.

I have many options.

The degree of my happiness is dependent on the price I pay for each choice I make.

So this is what I am going to do for the next 50 years of my life…

So simple… piece of cake…