I'm feelin'
Friday, December 19, 2003
At work, today, my friend suddenly realised that we stopped believing in miracles... we depended on them..
No, I am not enlightened, but i still feel that, there is a halo over my head. I stood in front of the mirror and trid to figure out how it was looking on me, but then, i realised that it was too bright a day, to find a halo in a mirror, so, i went into a dark room, and then stood in front of a mirror, there there, i see a halo, but then, i cant see my face.
I was enlightened again, that wasnt a halo, it was just light escaping from the crack in the curved door. Enlightened this time, i was, but with out a halo. So much for it.
Okay, i now have to really stop this habit of going away from the topic, right at the begining, right at the begining - guys!! enlightened again, now i understand why the say, begin at the begining - it is precisely for people like me who go off the topic ! There, there.. now i am coming back..
Where was i? Yeah, enlightenment.
hmmm...
The reason goes something like this...
I reach my office at 6 in the morning, and my 9 hour workday usually ends in 10 hours and sometimes stretches to 11 or 12, and that used to get on to my nerves, until, well ,now.
Suddenly i realised that my workl floor is almost deserted till 10 in the morning with only two or three other souls walking around, till 10 in the morning, when the rest of the staff start trickling in...
Lucky asses, i used to think of them, again, until, well now.
Suddenly, the thought which stuck my mind, fundamentally changed my perceptions, thoughts and beliefs. All those "lucky bastards" come in at 10 and stay on till seven or eight in the evening, but then i get to go home, right after fighting off sleep after my lunch break, which starts at 1:30 and stretches for 30 or 45 odd mins. But the others need to fight of sleep for more than 5 hours or leave their stomachs churning for more!
Now, Whos Lucky ?
There is more...
Bosses usually expect the employees to screw up and be lazy all the time. And most often than not, they are right. Is there a way to change their perception without actually changing the way we work? Even after being as lazy as ever and probably a bit more?
If you think, NO!...
Points to be further pondered upon...
Waste time from 6 - 9:30 or 10 whichever is comfortable and safe.
work from 10 to 12 back to back - go out for a coffee. 12:15 to 1:30-45 break for lunch 1:45 - 2:30 coffee again 2:45 - 3:15 or 4:00 and you have already stretched!!!
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No, I am not enlightened, but i still feel that, there is a halo over my head. I stood in front of the mirror and trid to figure out how it was looking on me, but then, i realised that it was too bright a day, to find a halo in a mirror, so, i went into a dark room, and then stood in front of a mirror, there there, i see a halo, but then, i cant see my face.
I was enlightened again, that wasnt a halo, it was just light escaping from the crack in the curved door. Enlightened this time, i was, but with out a halo. So much for it.
Okay, i now have to really stop this habit of going away from the topic, right at the begining, right at the begining - guys!! enlightened again, now i understand why the say, begin at the begining - it is precisely for people like me who go off the topic ! There, there.. now i am coming back..
Where was i? Yeah, enlightenment.
hmmm...
The reason goes something like this...
I reach my office at 6 in the morning, and my 9 hour workday usually ends in 10 hours and sometimes stretches to 11 or 12, and that used to get on to my nerves, until, well ,now.
Suddenly i realised that my workl floor is almost deserted till 10 in the morning with only two or three other souls walking around, till 10 in the morning, when the rest of the staff start trickling in...
Lucky asses, i used to think of them, again, until, well now.
Suddenly, the thought which stuck my mind, fundamentally changed my perceptions, thoughts and beliefs. All those "lucky bastards" come in at 10 and stay on till seven or eight in the evening, but then i get to go home, right after fighting off sleep after my lunch break, which starts at 1:30 and stretches for 30 or 45 odd mins. But the others need to fight of sleep for more than 5 hours or leave their stomachs churning for more!
Now, Whos Lucky ?
There is more...
Bosses usually expect the employees to screw up and be lazy all the time. And most often than not, they are right. Is there a way to change their perception without actually changing the way we work? Even after being as lazy as ever and probably a bit more?
If you think, NO!...
Points to be further pondered upon...
Waste time from 6 - 9:30 or 10 whichever is comfortable and safe.
work from 10 to 12 back to back - go out for a coffee. 12:15 to 1:30-45 break for lunch 1:45 - 2:30 coffee again 2:45 - 3:15 or 4:00 and you have already stretched!!!
Thursday, December 11, 2003
"Without darkness, there cannot be light, and without light, there cannot be darkness, for darkness is the soul of light...." - My own quote
I have been wondering, and wondering since quite a while whether it happens only to me or to every working soul on earth. Now, i am sounding pretty vague, but then, that is exactly how my thoughts are.. No, I am not high on dope or anything remotely related, in any case, i am a teetotaler or rahter a milktotaler, and no form of alcohol, caffene or nicotine or anyother substance havent entered my blood stream.. Yet.
So, what was i talking about? Yeah... Now I got to work at 6 in the morning, and i am supposed to work till three in the afternoon, all that is fine. Every morning when i get up, i am insired, full of energy and raring to go, yes, every morning. But then once i get to work, all that disappears..
I work and hard... i dont mind sitting and hammering away at my terminal for 9 hours back to back, provided there is work. But then...
Aaarg, there i go, i dont seem to be capable of writing anymore, Does working take the creativity out of you? I guess not, considering how creative people get to get away from work, it makes you all the more creative...
All of a sudden a few lines which i have read a long time ago, come back to me ....
Never being depressed or ruin my clean file,
Isn't it ironic that I always throw a fit,
Then realize nothing is ironic at all,
Just a part of my planned life....
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I have been wondering, and wondering since quite a while whether it happens only to me or to every working soul on earth. Now, i am sounding pretty vague, but then, that is exactly how my thoughts are.. No, I am not high on dope or anything remotely related, in any case, i am a teetotaler or rahter a milktotaler, and no form of alcohol, caffene or nicotine or anyother substance havent entered my blood stream.. Yet.
So, what was i talking about? Yeah... Now I got to work at 6 in the morning, and i am supposed to work till three in the afternoon, all that is fine. Every morning when i get up, i am insired, full of energy and raring to go, yes, every morning. But then once i get to work, all that disappears..
I work and hard... i dont mind sitting and hammering away at my terminal for 9 hours back to back, provided there is work. But then...
Aaarg, there i go, i dont seem to be capable of writing anymore, Does working take the creativity out of you? I guess not, considering how creative people get to get away from work, it makes you all the more creative...
All of a sudden a few lines which i have read a long time ago, come back to me ....
Never being depressed or ruin my clean file,
Isn't it ironic that I always throw a fit,
Then realize nothing is ironic at all,
Just a part of my planned life....
Friday, December 05, 2003
When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: 'Whose?'
As i was sitting at my desk in office doing nothing, i was wondering what to write in my blog, then i stubled upon the idea... The title of my new blog would be why is work so boring?
As i thought over it, as much as i could as i sleepwalked through the day, i came across a few interesting observation and a few even more interesting quotes...
In the course of some banal conversation with myteam mate and colleague Chirayu, who also happens to be frustrated by the kind of work he does quipped - "there is nothing easy or difficult, it(specifically referring to work, i guess) is either monotonous or intellectually stimulating".
Mulling over the thought of his, i actually found it to be so very stratlingly true... and furhter, that thought of his also helped me get rid of certain fears regarding my performance.
So, i guess i wiser for the day, courtesy - Chirayu.
Now coming back to the title - why is work boring? - One reason everyone seems to have is that, it is boring because it is work. Well... not very precise, but i guess that will do for this even more vague and mundane topic.
I have my own reasons to justify why work is so boring....
1. Work is boring because - some one tells us to work - we do not do it by overselves..
2. Work is boring - no wonder most of the bright ideas strike at work - reason, we are free to to think only while we are working because our mind is else where
3. work is boring because we most of the time get to do it someother asses convenience rather than our own.
4. work forces you to alter you schedule and your pot timings
5. you are forced to be what you are not - responsible
6. work hold you for something which you wouldnt wnat to be held - accountable
7. work forces you to be what you wouldnt want to be - on time
Even after making you all you never want to be or ever wanted to be... you will never get to enjoy all the money you actually earn...
Some of it goes into insurance - a waste considering that some one will actually get to enjoy it after you die - the base line you work for some one elses benefit.
Some more of it goes into your provident fund or retirement benefit which is when you actually retire from working, which never happens considering your needs and the amount you get paid..
a little more of it goes into paying loans for your car, you home, which are still not completely yours - so again as you earn it goes to someone else...
what is left goes on paying for gas for your car, phone bils, power bills, and what not...
And the penuts you get enjoy you've got to spend on buying flowers and gifts for your boyfriends/girlfriends - again, you are working forsomeone else to reap the benefits...
Again the the base line is the same "you waste your precious life for others" okay, the bible says that is good, but then, are you ready to wait to enjoy till after you reach the pearly gates??
Which is again unsure - your work in some sense might be unethical - for which you might endup in hell..
is the risk worth taking?
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As i was sitting at my desk in office doing nothing, i was wondering what to write in my blog, then i stubled upon the idea... The title of my new blog would be why is work so boring?
As i thought over it, as much as i could as i sleepwalked through the day, i came across a few interesting observation and a few even more interesting quotes...
In the course of some banal conversation with myteam mate and colleague Chirayu, who also happens to be frustrated by the kind of work he does quipped - "there is nothing easy or difficult, it(specifically referring to work, i guess) is either monotonous or intellectually stimulating".
Mulling over the thought of his, i actually found it to be so very stratlingly true... and furhter, that thought of his also helped me get rid of certain fears regarding my performance.
So, i guess i wiser for the day, courtesy - Chirayu.
Now coming back to the title - why is work boring? - One reason everyone seems to have is that, it is boring because it is work. Well... not very precise, but i guess that will do for this even more vague and mundane topic.
I have my own reasons to justify why work is so boring....
1. Work is boring because - some one tells us to work - we do not do it by overselves..
2. Work is boring - no wonder most of the bright ideas strike at work - reason, we are free to to think only while we are working because our mind is else where
3. work is boring because we most of the time get to do it someother asses convenience rather than our own.
4. work forces you to alter you schedule and your pot timings
5. you are forced to be what you are not - responsible
6. work hold you for something which you wouldnt wnat to be held - accountable
7. work forces you to be what you wouldnt want to be - on time
Even after making you all you never want to be or ever wanted to be... you will never get to enjoy all the money you actually earn...
Some of it goes into insurance - a waste considering that some one will actually get to enjoy it after you die - the base line you work for some one elses benefit.
Some more of it goes into your provident fund or retirement benefit which is when you actually retire from working, which never happens considering your needs and the amount you get paid..
a little more of it goes into paying loans for your car, you home, which are still not completely yours - so again as you earn it goes to someone else...
what is left goes on paying for gas for your car, phone bils, power bills, and what not...
And the penuts you get enjoy you've got to spend on buying flowers and gifts for your boyfriends/girlfriends - again, you are working forsomeone else to reap the benefits...
Again the the base line is the same "you waste your precious life for others" okay, the bible says that is good, but then, are you ready to wait to enjoy till after you reach the pearly gates??
Which is again unsure - your work in some sense might be unethical - for which you might endup in hell..
is the risk worth taking?
Writers Block.....
Here I am sitting in front of the modern idiot box, just after getting back home after the long ride with friends. All through the day, I was wondering what to write, just yesterday I had something interesting in my mind to put on paper, but when sleep took over the matter was pushed into the recesses of the mind from where it is refusing to surface.
Even after putting great pressure on my mind, it refused to show itself, and hence in a vain attempt I am trying to type it out of my head, but so far, nothing seems to be going the right way…
But this time after quite a few of them, my first part of the weekend went just as I wanted it to go, though I didn’t spend time with all the people with whom I wanted it to, all in all, it was a refresher.
Coming home from office, on the last working day for the week, I got a call from a girl whom I like who informed me, the she was just making the call to tell me that she loved me. What a way to start the weekend, from that point of time, things never looked down.
I went to my friends place, ate out, did some shopping, ate out once again and in the dead of the night landed in a cinema. The reason behind driving to a theatre halfway across the city was simple; we loved to watch the heroine. Sitting beside a spoil sport who refused to stop telling me what happened next, I enjoyed the movie as one would enjoy an excruciatingly boring movie with a group of friends. Two and a half hours of catcalls, yawn and hoots later, all three of us emerged from the cinema, bleary eyed, dazed and confused but happy with ourselves for being able to manage to do nothing productive for such an extended length of time, which for the other two, was an achievement of sorts.
Coming home at 1 in the morning, I undressed and hit the sack only to be roused by the beep of the alarm at half past 10 in the morning. Immediately after waking up, I made a list of things that had to be done, and for once managed to do all the things listed in and more… Whew, what a day it had been.
Now, coming to the present I am still sitting here, writing random thoughts that are hitting me, in hope that something concrete would strike me. But now I give up hope and get back to reading.
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Here I am sitting in front of the modern idiot box, just after getting back home after the long ride with friends. All through the day, I was wondering what to write, just yesterday I had something interesting in my mind to put on paper, but when sleep took over the matter was pushed into the recesses of the mind from where it is refusing to surface.
Even after putting great pressure on my mind, it refused to show itself, and hence in a vain attempt I am trying to type it out of my head, but so far, nothing seems to be going the right way…
But this time after quite a few of them, my first part of the weekend went just as I wanted it to go, though I didn’t spend time with all the people with whom I wanted it to, all in all, it was a refresher.
Coming home from office, on the last working day for the week, I got a call from a girl whom I like who informed me, the she was just making the call to tell me that she loved me. What a way to start the weekend, from that point of time, things never looked down.
I went to my friends place, ate out, did some shopping, ate out once again and in the dead of the night landed in a cinema. The reason behind driving to a theatre halfway across the city was simple; we loved to watch the heroine. Sitting beside a spoil sport who refused to stop telling me what happened next, I enjoyed the movie as one would enjoy an excruciatingly boring movie with a group of friends. Two and a half hours of catcalls, yawn and hoots later, all three of us emerged from the cinema, bleary eyed, dazed and confused but happy with ourselves for being able to manage to do nothing productive for such an extended length of time, which for the other two, was an achievement of sorts.
Coming home at 1 in the morning, I undressed and hit the sack only to be roused by the beep of the alarm at half past 10 in the morning. Immediately after waking up, I made a list of things that had to be done, and for once managed to do all the things listed in and more… Whew, what a day it had been.
Now, coming to the present I am still sitting here, writing random thoughts that are hitting me, in hope that something concrete would strike me. But now I give up hope and get back to reading.
