Its 6:30 in the morning when my mobile rings and my damn lazy eyes try hard to open up and check the call. I wake up, walk besides my bed and grab my mobile phone lying on the showcase of my wardrobe. Then, I return back to my position I had before the phone rang. (Note: All this happens within 15 seconds of time frame, Wow!! I wonder how fast our brain works when we are half asleep… :-)). After listening to my favorite ringtone (The song from the movie ‘Yuvraj’, Aaja me hawaon pe bithake le chalu, tu hi toh meri dost hai) for about 30 seconds, the mobile still held in my hand, I disconnect the call, keep the phone nearby, wherever my hand reaches out fast and get back to my dreamland to enjoy a few extra minutes my dear sleep. And when sometimes these few extra minutes turn into a massive ½ an hour, I find myself running around to get myself ready by 7:30, the time at which I leave for the office. I run down the stairs with two bags in my one hand (one is a Laptop bag, without a laptop :-) and another is my lunch cum breakfast bag) and mobile phone in the other hand. On my way down I keep checking in my mind if I had not missed anything that had to be kept as I reach the basement of my apartments (the parking area) to board my sweet little princess(that’s my car) and rush my way to the office.
I forgot to mention one thing that you must also be wondering,’ The morning call’. Well it’s my sweet friend (my alarm clock :-)) who rings me up daily at 6:30 to wake my lazy soul up. How sweeeeeeeeeet!! She has really been my motivation for bringing up the characteristic of ‘Punctuality’ in me. Although she might not be satisfied with my improvement in this field as I still do sometimes get 5 -10 minutes late, but I admit I have improved. Had she not been there, I would never have had reached office by 8:30. So, my dear friend, if you are reading this, I owe this to you, thanks for being there!!
Coming back to the topic, as I reach my office after a continuous and tiring drive for one hour, I am exhausted (Half of the day’s work is done, toh thakawat toh hogi hi na , ) . I go and wash my face, wash my glasses, wear them and get myself ‘uncomfortable’ on the my chair. Yes, the boring part of the day begins – the office. My office – jaha sab apni apni dukan kholke baith jate hain aur keyboard naam ki cheez ko peet peet k poora din nikal deta hain! Yes, you guessed it right. I am a software engineer and I describe myself like this:
I start my day by sitting on a chair,
Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! This has become a routine so boring.
Like all, I entered this field with great hope,
Jobs were many and there was plenty of scope,
Dreams of joining the likes of Gates,
And a chance to make money in the States.
Thus, I entered the world of bytes,
Only to realize that reality bites,
'Coz a programmer's life, isn't all that cozy,
The bed of software isn't all that rosy.
Seeing the monitor all day n night,
Have taken the power off my eyesight,
Late to bed n late to rise,
Has made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise.
I hate u, yet I can't get away,
'Coz I need the money u pay,
God, to thee I pray,
If there be one - show me the way.
