This is a Work of Fiction and bears no resemblance to people dead or alive!

Since last few days he has been wondering what is work? What is the reason why he goes to office everyday and spends minimum 8 hours working on things that he may or may not like? Yet he finds that certain things hurt, but he cannot do much about it. Is it just the salary which makes him slog everyday or is it something which is still beyond those numbers. Why he listens to so many harsh words thrown at him in office is very difficult to say. His office is really a state of art architecture yet he finds it empty. He has numerous people who come and go. For him there is none. He sits muddled between appraisals, promotions or job change.

Is it just money?To certain extent he says yes, because for some reasons he feels the comfort of money which makes him independent.The fact that he can visit the market to buy anything of his choice or get hold of any item that’s what makes him feel a high.

Yet, when he goes to bed and tries to sleep he realizes that his skills have not been utilized well. This hurts the most because in his heart he knows that he can do much better but for some reasons his expertise is not needed. Than after sometime what the poor person does is just give up utilizing the left or right side of grey cells and listens to all and eventually does nothing. Result a mediocre product. And some grumble that they are not getting good people to work with!

He knows what’s worse is that every time he made up his mind and decides to quit something or the other pulls him back. And then a whole group of people who say that problems exists everywhere, or he is just taking too much of load. Is it? Or what will he do when he faces the same problem elsewhere. Then there is this group of people who cares for him and they would ask him to wait for the moment. He is waiting................

Honestly it’s not others who matter it’s your own ego that makes it difficult to digest. So I don’t go by his example but do it my way the best I know. Recently I read a book “Tuesday’s with Morrie” where the Professor talks about a way by which we must distance our self from any situation feel it and then let it go. Well I guess reading is one habit that helps me in rejuvenating myself and it is amazing how you relate yourself to words given by someone else’s Pen but apart from this I admit I have wonderful friends which I have made over the years who help me by just listening to what I say. There are some with whom I talk everyday and we just share every good or bad things related to life. Which is more valuable than anything and I am earnestly grateful to all of them. That’s good enough? I know I do some work for people and don’t charge them anything at least now because they manage to give me a satisfaction which money cannot ever provide. Moreover its heartfelt work and I know the day I ask them money they would never deny it.

From writing tag lines, to testing, to simply go and check as in what could be the problem or if nothing else its merely searching relevant things from net and providing solutions. On top of it writing or shall we say making presentations or how one can promote stuffs online for free. I do whatever I feel I can help with.

More than this I never realized that writing is also a stress busting exercise which I really enjoy the most. I know for sure this is one thing I will do sooner or later. May be I am just collecting materials and then would compile it eventually. Of course, it would be fiction absolutely no resemblance to any person dead or alive. (TYPICAL)!