I own two laptops.
First one 1.6 Gigs, 60GB, 512MB, DVD r/w
&
Second 443MHz, 6GB, 128MB, cd rom
Today I was able to connect to net using the later one... and after few moments of surfing suddenly I heard a voice. I was not able to recognize the voice but it sounded familier. I started surfing again. It is possible using this low end machine... then why I was longing for a lavish machine. I long for so many things like a luxurious flat, car, laptop, digicam, branded clothes & shoes, foreign visit, and many more... Isn't this true for all of us who work in IT industry. This industry has given us the power to realize our dreams but what it has taken from us is undoubtedly uncountable in any measure.
Looking in the past I remember my childhood ... My father was able to give me and my sister, good education and life in spite of earning a four figure salary. The life was so beautiful at that time. We go to school, we dream of a good future and we pursue our hobbies & interests, and we decide that we will certainly do well in that area. We think we will live with our family forever and will give them all the happiness that we can.
Now I often search that child in my cubicle. That child is now become a software engineer. Starting five figure salary is less for him. He wants to earn more. He knows his radius very well. He do not even think of coming out of his cubicle... because his cubicle is the safest place for him. That cubicle gives him shelter, money and recognition...why he will come out of such a cubicle? He wants to have life like every other person in his surrounding and in industry. He starts running behind materials and completely forget about the child sadly staring towards him. That child thinks I will surely hold him and then he will sit on my shoulders. but I do not have any time to look towards him. At first that child complains a lot, later the child realizes that whatever I am doing is good for my career but, the child starts departing from myself. The child thinks he was never me who is just running for myself. The child then walks out of the cubicle because there's no one to take care of him and silently moves out from one's life... never to comer back. The child wasn't stopping me from what I was doing, neither he was unhappy with growth of technology... What he always wanted was few moments from my life.
I am searching for the child; coz I too dwell in a cubicle.
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