Fantasies of a middle class chokri

I look outside my window and see a huge building being constructed…its almost done now. The owner of it must be hell of a rich guy I thought…RICH, how that word pricks when you realize you dangle somewhere in between…you have just enough to not push you off to penury…

How would it be to spray Escada I wondered…to roam around in a chauffeured car…how would it be not to bargain at the thrift shops …to buy everything that you lay your eyes on…I laugh to myself ..the fantasies of a middle class …

I have an option though……..marry a damn rich guy and then waste away all his money…..no…….I say…. I am too self-righteous to do that …I pay for what I earn..but what do I earn? just enough to send some money home..buy myself a 200-300RS salwar.. and occasionally to gobble down McDonald’s…

I look at my boss……….he earns more than 1 crore ………..1 crore I say ………what luxuries you could buy with that! I wonder do people who are really poor actually wonder how it would be to be in my shoes………is it in our blood to always want more?

All the books I have read say I should be happy with what I have…. Then why am I not happy? What makes my stomach churn……….when I see that BMW pass by me?...... I know what my capacity is……….there would be no revolutionary breakthrough in my career that I would suddenly be paid in gold…………so how would I then feel how it is to be rich…

Would be really sad if I had to die with unfulfilled wishes…………coz I am sure I would haunt all the rich guys….

I let out a sigh……….as I drag myself into the bus ……..they have put up fountains in front of the building…

How not to work!

Its been long since I even felt like writing. Probably because I dont have writing fitted in my genes. And obviously the meagre number of hits on my blog was a deterrent to my otherwise zealous self.

But today I am writing with a different purpose. I am writing because after years I want to look at this blog and feel that I was at this position once upon a time.

I successfully completed my post-graduation from a not so premier institute and also got a job that exactly did not fit my bill but I liked it anyways. Days passed by and then I realised that I had completed over 6 months in the organisation. To summarise, I loved the job and I wanted to do this for the rest of my life................but there are some things called destiny and when god has charted out a life for you ..............you can do nothing but to tread on it. Suddenly everything that I did seemed to entail some problem or the other and my boss the person that he is .............branded me as a problem to his company.........to make matters worse he treated me as an outcast.

All this was new to me. I have always been lauded for my work and my dedication. I was able to win respect from people just for my work. Now all of a sudden my boss makes me feel worthless and I began to wonder all those years was I fooling myself or is my boss just playing with my confidence. Now when you just close your eyes and think........nothing made sense to me. What went wrong? What have I done? I had put in all my effort .......all my dedication to my job...

I learnt a lot of things...

1. When one enters an organisation be sure to impress the person who is responsible either for your appraisal.........and more importantly your dismissal.

2.When you work make sure that the end result either betters the work or is recognised by your higher ups.

3.Its very very important to understand the culture within the organisation. Is it a formal set-up informal set-up.. for eg.......when I cracked jokes with my collegues nobody laughed!! I mean each time I tried being funny...itz as if I am trying to slap myself.

4. Never, Never let anyone know your true self. Never make yourself vulnerable to anybody.

5.Most of all never let any make you feel inferior.


Thats all for now.........feel a lil relaxed now.