Its the evening hours with artificially lit cubicles.The coffee machines are still pouring for the restless souls , the keystrokes are mercilessly struck one after another,access cards are getting repeatedly swiped,eyes glued to monitors-strained yet watchful !!
A spreadsheet has to finalized, a mail has to be composed, a report has to be reviewed and finally a deadline has to be met !An employee with an employee access card as a garland around his neck , is employed by the employer! Its business,its money-making,its a corporate.Here relations are expressed as designations and hierarchies , appreciation as monetary incentives and promotions , criticism as fines and suspensions ! A radiant smile,a handshake of trust and confidence,a pat on the back ....all concealed beautifully in the professional garb.
Years down the line ,the prime of his life well past him,he reflects back on his life.He has invested his life typing keys,fixing bugs,constructing modules,managing reports,convincing clients and what not.A listless void of emptiness fills him as he realizes the only thing he has been good at is money making!The very same money that behaves like grains of sand...you hold it strongly in your fists yet it slips away,you bring in some more and it keeps sliding!Momentary pleasures bought,momentary pleasures soaked,momentary pleasures forgotten.
If only he lived and not merely existed, if only he left the world a more happier place than he had found it, if only he had created changes for the better,if only he could create impact and make his life worth emulating.
It could have been satisfaction over resentment ..... if only he had listened to 'him'.
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