We recently had a group of freshers join office, ice breaking session yesterday they claimed they enjoyed the work. Overjoyed my group head flashed is teeth around for the entire day enough to give Deepika Padukone a run for starring in a Colgate ad. ENJOY WORK, poor sods dont even know what work is, seriously how can going to office 6 days a week be fun ? How can working 12 hours a day straight, every day, 7 days a week in a row month after month be FUN ?? How does one enjoy being exhausted both mentally and physically, too tired to carry on with the social niceties and then being labeled as a social recluse ? How does is feel realizing that you would be on call for every holiday and weekends for the coming year.
As a kid we were often blackmailed by the family elders, “Abhi Padh lo bete, agee jaa ke zindagi aish hai” (Do study now as once you grow enjoy all you want). Good I didn't pay any heed to that. Yeah I have grown up and life right now is planning for my future or planning for my future investments neither of which is fun. And to top I need do all of this sitting in a 3 X 3 feet cubicle and making MOOLAH is the biggest necessity of all !!! Spare me the irony is any of this even supposed to be fun ?
Fun was playing cricket in the by lanes, football in a slush pit, enjoyment was sitting on the wall with friends sucking on to orange candies in summer, that was FUN. As we moved to college it was bunking class to catch the latest movie at 10 in the morning so that we got the tickets at half the rates. Fun was deciding on where to eat lunch and end up having puffs and coke at the nearest bakery. We ran out of places to eat and drink but never tired of hanging out. Fun was the days spent is hostels and dorms, TV was a luxury we ourselves were the entertainment we had. Planning meant trying to save every scrap of the meager pocket money so as to buy the dream camera. Investment meant finding the proper girl and holding on to her so dearly that it would put shareholders of Reliance to shame.
I don't need to save money to buy the latest Digital SLR Camera, I can buy it directly off the shelf as my salary permits me to do so. But I rarely have to time to shoot and all I do with the camera is clean it and put it back in the cupboard. I remember the day my dad used to deposit my pocket money in my bank account, 2000 it used to be and I used to save enough to ensure I could twice a month blow some cash eating or drinking. I earn more than 20 times of what my dad used to send but the happiness of the MOOLAH coming in is not as that when my dad used to send it. I can afford to eat and drink at a restaurant every day but suddenly the appetite for it has gone. I traveled general class as a boy / student on overcrowded trains, I move around in flights these days but the days for vacation reduce every year. Back then my wardrobe was 2 pair of jeans and a couple of shirts, branded shirts and pleated pants fill it up now but how would I love to go back to those days in jeans. Bunking aint possible, you cant fall sick, watching a movie means late at night and going into deep sleep only to be awaken when its over.
I wonder why the hell did we ever grow up, but then we were never BORN FREE and thus cant expect ourselves to be LIVING FREE for as the moment we were born we were hurtled into a rat race and I at least have a long way to go before I finish it.
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