It’s that
sheer helplessness of knowing that you are your boss’s bitch that can make you
want to end your career, which is often just as good as ending your life in
these godforsaken days of recession. Of course you’re supposed to be proud of
yourself for having a job at all. Your mother sure is since it means that
you’re going to be contributing to the house bills. (Or she’s rejoicing at the
idea of you moving out and trying to get your life in place).
There is no
dearth of aimless people who are confused about what they want to do in life
even at the age of 33.
(Note: It’s
purely coincidental if the age happens to be a wake up call for you. If it
happens to offend you, I apologize. Actually, screw you!)
But the
problem does not lie in the lack of direction. It lies in the fact that you
thought you had it all sorted out. BUT, not everyone has the capital or
inclination to start their own company or say, newspaper publication house.
I, for one,
would love to have my own newspaper. Since other newspapers and magazines cover
news anyway, I would have a group of writers/journalists who would write op-ed
pieces on the various issues doing the round in my city, country and world at
large. These would be a carefully picked bunch of people who are passionate
about specific issues and they would be given free liberty to speak their
minds. There would be no leanings towards a particular corporation (read:
sponsor). There would be no articles on celebrity diets because my intended
readership would be the common man who is too busy trying to make both ends
meet and fend for his family to stop eating something because it has ‘x’ number
of bad carbs. Or whatever those technical things are. There would be a music
page, which would educate and inform the masses about live gigs, trends in the
scene and shed light to artistes and bands that go unnoticed. There would be an
information explosion in its pages. But the difference would be that it would
be usable information. Poonam Pandey going nude (again?) or Snoop Dogg changing
his name is not affecting anyone’s survival. Instances of human right violation
go unreported everyday in different corners of the world. I would try to change
that.
Well, that’s
enough about my dream which may probably never see the light of day. I’m not
sure what I wanted to say through this post but it feels lighter to have
written it anyway.
P.S. I hate
my job more than ever before today. (I think that was the gist of it)
