Life of an idiot
Buddha was a Prince. He was born in a garden under
starlit sky with silver spoon in his mouth suckling honey.
He was not happy and wanted more and better
life!
Yesterday I am driving back home after two weeks, I have
lot of home work to do. I was to leave two days back but I held back - because I
am working in an atmosphere that is chaotic and none is doing anything - hardly
they are there for two or three days. Meetings and meetings. Slowly things are
critical and everybody likes to avoid accountability and make others
accountable. I have joined four weeks back. I am asked to relocate.
No point in complaining - I have no option but perceive
all as is - that is in silence.
I started at 11-30, it is Friday, some one called me
from his home - asking me where I am.
I am going home. I worked until 3 am, checked the result
in the morning. Waited till I found none is in the office till 11-30 AM and
left.
About 2 hours later another call, where I am - project
manager.
I am going home and I am already two days delayed - I
was to go home on Wednesday!
Client is complaining that the whole gang is missing!
The gang usually appear on Tuesday afternoon and disappears Thursday afternoon.
They all work from home - meaning there by they attend meeting over conference
Bridge.
Talks Talks and Talks.
I am here for 12 years - I am yet to see any project
successfully completed no matter how many billion dollar is spent unless it is
done in China or Korea or Japan. Two decades long wars are lost. It is high time
they offshore WAR.
I was deep in thought - I do not enjoy my work! I was
driving at 80 mph.
Suddenly, I was rebuked hard. I was jolted by the
command that just came from my behind.
"STOP THINKING! You are not brought up for last 62 years
with every facility and protection day after day in order for you to
think!"
I am indeed 62 years old baby Prince Tutankhamun and I
have my divine job of seeing the world and not to assume or THINK.
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