IT-work-a-hell-ic

After spending ten long months in the IT industry, there is a tacit agreement that work is definitely not worship.An industry which has the glut of opportunities but a dearth of satisfaction.An industry where risks rock the fragile boat of career always .An industry when you are really good, its okay but when you are bad , its horrid...
There is a genuine boom , with  definite grandiose touches. So here is a peek a boo into the ever demanding, ever growing IT industry...
CERTI-MAN: Knowledge never exists until it is tested and certified . If you thought gone are the days when you used to burn the midnight oil in giving exams, wake up. Certifications are your life jacket which would sail you through the adamantine walls of success... Well here is a reality check:
BLAH-Blah Manager:  Yes he is the enchanter , who would give you plenty of gyan , would bribe you with rosy dreams and dump you if you dare not follow his orders.

Horrifying HR: You will be tied up with policies like mosquitoes in a cob web. These policies would cling leech like sucking the slightest vestige of pure comfort.
 
Cubicle Your Den, Your Home :
Honey , your space is shrunken. Your den clustered with many
more and of course the company of your new found sweetheart - THE PC.

Holiday Blues: Vacations are a blessing in disguise, for your project will always be critical and you are the only Resource required.

Imbued with the angst of being a fresher( bottom of pyramid) and informed by the vast pool of frustrated engineers I have woven a dismal picture. After reading this sarcastic script , I offer you something more my nimble mind could produce :
The ultimate SWOT Analysis:
Strengths: Handsome salary for a beginner,provides a number of low-cost business options to tap higher productivity , repeat business, businesses are able to remain buoyant even amidst the economic recession, higher connectivity and exposure to global work.
Weakness: The pool is extremely large and demanding. You may be stuck up doing the same work for years. Long hours, shift timings, working according to clients calendar.
Opportunities: Onsite is the most lucrative opportunity you could grab.
Threats: The moment you think you will be promoted a lateral hire may swap your position. If you do not perform you could easily be replaced.

The Mirror….

A voice within is silent,
losing its loquaciousness midst the noisy crowd...
unnerved by revelations...
but shadowed by misinterpretations cloud...
the self camouflages its identity..
through multifarious forms and roles...
pure, unadulterated would perhaps be serendipity...
unearthed in deep holes...
i seldom soliloquise that in a life burgeoning with opportunities ,
why everyone gets into different moulds...
like wet clay having no potential
and succumbing to the potters interpretations....
Would it require another renaissance to jolt the predictable minds...
why aspirations are mere means to get money or another position...
My genre of peers are oft found following trends, where creativity and thinking seem defunct...
there may be degrees , there may be profiles and accolades to boast ,
 but all seem the same with perhaps different names...
its an ocean deep and voracious,
with mimics of different trends.
passions rest like pearls in oysters...
originality  pricelessly  contained...
There comes a Bhagat who inspires anyone to write the  same college tales...
A size zero Bebo motivates zillions to grow thin and pale...
IIT's , IIM's  become destinations to be king of the flock...
and the black sheep suffer with a thinking block..
When I look into the mirror,
with my  fringes and flocks ....
Is it me who is standing...
or someone similar to the many in stock...

Not just Routine

The present rocks the fragile self with multifarious tasks to perform; suffocating , overshadowing its identity.

Like the wind that always flow I move on sometimes complaining,Sometimes unaware to the future through the turbulent waters of time.

Just laze around and doing mundane things in the garb of relaxation, I often feel why my life is so predictable.

For most of my actions are covered in the sheet of duties , responsibilities, job and my creative soul lurks behind the dominance of so called routine.

For every stroke of paintbrush I sacrificed ,

I painted an achieving life…

For every flow of words my pen sacrificed ,

I wrote my story of progress…..

From school, to college, to now work I drifted through space and time laden both with happiness and tears.However , in the wake of prioritising,I abandoned my brainchild , my creativity.

I think therefore, from now on my interests should not be some black words written in my resume , they should be like babies , which grow only by nourishing.I shall now follow those inherent and sweet pursuits which are not just routine….

“Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark."

— Henri Frederic Amiel