120 bucks on cigarette and 30 bucks on food. That's how my life is actually going on for the last 30 days or so. Amidst all the happy friends who live in almost all the major cities of the country and some abroad its a prelude that I am left alone... miserably all alone. The frustration has attained the heights of Everest and my thoughts have attained depths of Mariana Trench. On the days when i wake up with virtually no desire to to go to office I bunk it with full courage. Results of which are seen on my monthly reports. I always extend my deadlines and I see my future going virtually nowhere. The road ahead is full of potholes and my car does not have a good suspension meaning I have to Suffer. The bleak and modernized world is a embodiment of frustration. Some are frustrated with their bosses, some with their roomies, some with the 6 days office culture, some with their friends, some with their salary, some with their friends girlfriends. We all are frustrated. A tshirt quote thus rightly says "No body dies virgin... Life screws all". As the words linger at the end of the day when i have cooked my own dal, chawal and bhaji and I say it was always better to be born with a silver spoon, the feel good factor dawns again "they are frustrated too". So I consider myself to be a part of the very big, screwed, dysfunctional engineering fraternity who has nothing creative to do except creating 2 excel sheets a day and posting 5 mails and reading 3 forwarded mails. The rosy days are going to come to an end. Soon we will be 23, the pressure of getting settled has picked up wind. The quest for which starts by joining IMS classes. We are all thus manifestations of youth powered by big institutional branding and very less substance.
The major conflicts of thoughts come generally at a time when I roam near Koregaon Park. For newbies and gaowalas KP is the woodstock of Pune, where you find very big grounds which provide ground for budding talent in rock, fusion, jazz, bhajan and bollywood music. Last week I have been to one such show with no intention towards music just to guzzle a can of kingfusher and see nice drunk girls. And to most of the "daal chawaal" people reviews.. this place is certainly happening albeit hot. I drove 3 kms on a wintry december night on a 2nd hand pulsar to see some 20 BMWs and 30 Mercedes parked outside the lawn and some 50 other cars which we consider "hmmmmm". Good looking people everywhere with a drink in their hand and smoking some eloquent substance which is available at the rate of "simcard" in silchar and they say "oh S***" this feels heaven. I stood beside them for say a hour with my own pack and just listening to the music. There was a band from Mumbai which was singing some crap which they call their version of "Gothic rock". It reminded me of bands that feature in MTV ROCK ON. everybody out there was virtually exclaiming about the severity of chill in Pune when a very beautiful lady(lady she was) with a t shirt on asked for a smoke. I mirrored myself as Frank Abignale and said "is this the one you smoke". She said "yes no problem". She then asked me whether I work or not. I said "YES" and for a organization most of the people hardly "Recognize". Its a strange similarity between Pune and Silchar I found that time. People working for Mphasis as call center employee pose as if they work for Facebook on the similar grounds a magazine secy claims himself to be GS of the college. I asked what she does. She says"Nothing" and added most of the bunch do the same. Some create music, some are inherits of the most famous "Hukka bar" of the town, some plunder with the huge wealth accumulated by their ancestors. No worry, No AIEEE, no nothing. All silver spooned and all doing great.
The event ended 11.30. I came outside drank a 4 rupee "cutting" and brought a "Dubba" of my brand started the bike and zoomed off in great syle(guys dont laugh). I was in for a Week in which i have to make some 20 excel sheets. Miserable isn't it.
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