Here’s the thing. The world has no place for sentiments what so ever. Take anything for that matter, sentiment dies soon. Sentiment is like jerking off to the world.
They do it, they feel shit for some time, then they just wipe it off and completely forget about it. Be it the Peshawar killings, the attacks in Paris or a broken heart, everything is forgotten by everyone.
However, the only thing that remains constant is the pain of the people who are still going through the suffering knowing that their chance to shine under the spotlight of sympathy is gone and now there is no turning back as they stare doom, right in its face.
But doom here isn’t death. Doom here is life. Doom here is living through stuff. Doom here is making peace with the fact that you don’t have something you used to. Doom here is understanding and living with the fact that you’ve lost it and its never coming back.
And the pain that comes with this sort of a doom is of a different nature. Because it is pain of the highest order. And it is pain that is here to stay. So with time you stop responding to the pain. But you know it is still there. And while you die slowly, each moment with this pain, all you tell yourselves is that ‘it’s been a while, will need a little more. But I am sure it will all be alright.’
Heart goes out to the people in Syria. I can only imagine what you guys are going through. Not exactly a ‘been there done that’ kind of a thing but hey, we’ve all seen pain.
After 3 attempts of working in a corporate, (all of which ended in a not-so-good manner) I have come to terms with the fact that I can never work in a corporate.
My latest experience was with Amazon.com. Now, no offense to the company or what they do, the work isn’t something that one aspires to do. The people were very friendly and yes, I do miss my friends from that place, but then, the work was which led to my exit from the organisation.
The problem of being in a corporate is the work is very boring. Trust me it is. It is like a chewing gum. The first 2 months at every place are brilliant. This is mostly because you are being ‘trained’ for the work. What is the work? I’ll come to that. 😀
So, you do nothing but sit in an air-conditioned room, listening to a person who tells you how to go about doing your work. Then, he gives you training on how to be, act and behave like an American. Americans, if you read my blog, you should know that in the training, they tells us that each and every one of you are sweet, obese and cranky. And to be successful at the job, we too have to be an American. No, don’t worry, there are enough of us there, we won’t apply for citizenship. By being American, we mean, trying to fake an American accent and terribly failing at it owing to our Indian accent and mindset.
Also, the corporates give you loads and loads of comforts. Making you lazy enough to not adjust anywhere. The comforts include 5-day week, pick up and drop, fake accents, a statement proclaiming that we’re the cool Indians who are above the regular ones, free food, loads of it and of course, the ‘rich culture of America’. It gets better when you get your salary, for enjoying all these benefits and doing nothing.
Look at all these sheep. :p
You wonder why are they paying you so much for doing nothing. Then, the work starts!
This is where it all starts falling apart. “Hello, I’m Richard (Yes that’s my American name), how may I assist you?” When you say this on the first day, you feel every word of it, apart from the pseudo name. :p
This sentence is used at least 40 times a day by a part timer. Initially, the customers’ queries are new, you love talking to them. 7 days into the job. “Hello, I’m Richard. (You start believing you are Richard) How may I help you? (In your head you are saying fuck this shit, why can’t you solve your own problems)”.
“My PC isn’t working.” Me: No problem, I’ll be happy to assist you. (Hell yeah, kiss my ass! I’m not at all happy about this shit.)
After 15 minutes of explaining what Windows is, the customer says “Oh, sorry, it was a mistake from my end. The power was off. It’s working now.”
What the fuck? Seriously? 😀
“Oh yes, sometimes that can be an issue (you dumb bitch). Is there anything else I can assist you with? (you rich pig with all the technology at your disposal.)” Sometimes, you feel like you are talking to an ape who knows English and has a lot of technology with him.
I can keep going with this for hours together. I believe you have an understanding of what I mean.
So, two moths into the job, you are frustrated, the pick up feels like a call from hell, the free food feels like peanuts when compared to what you do, and you feel like a jackass in front of the system trying to be someone who you aren’t. This is where corporate feels like a chewing gum you have been chewing for 17 hours. (Yes I’ve tried that).
So all in all, this is what is my understanding of the corporate world, or the corporate chewing gum. 😀
The corporate chewing gum. Looks as good as this when you start. :p
Not even the two world wars put together have done as much damage to the world as this stupid ‘Step Up series’ has done. It’s weird when I see people in the kiosk of my canteen dancing aimlessly.
The scene looks very funny. Let me try and give you an idea of how it all looks. There is a group of people who stand in a circle, and are clapping rigorously for reasons unknown to majority of mankind. Then, right in the center of the circle is a person who is jumping, trying to stand on his head, or a hand, or is trying to act like a ‘nigga’ which I am sure he is not! Then suddenly there a loud cheer that comes out from the group. The achievement is that the person successfully jumped, in a manner which is considered to be ‘cool’, ‘sexy’ and ‘awesome’ at the same time.
Yeah, something like this! 😀
This is taken to the next level when people from two different groups have sent in one goat each for a so called battle. This definition of battle by the niggas has I am sure left some great emperors rolling in their grave.
Phew! What is wrong with the world?! Or rather is something wrong with me?! Who cares? Its my blog. I am the judge, the verdict is they’re wrong. Case dismissed! 😀
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