It all started with an innocent mail. Words enticing, almost leaping to create imagery you would want to fall in love with. Couple of days later, a meeting. “Harmless”, I told myself. “At least, I should check out what’s out there for me”, was my argument. He was handsome, creative, and brains too. Just my kind. I resisted, the temptation. He persisted. I tried to step back, he leaned forward. He was adamant. I have to admit here, one part of me was all for him. So I gave in.
After 6 long years, someone was serenading me.
One of the best companies with a lucrative job offer! What were you thinking? An MNC silly, which wanted me on board his ship. Not any ship, mind you. Not the majestic Titanic either but a wonderful fleet that had many adventures to offer. So I decided to not let it go.
So here I am, sitting again in a cubicle, sipping coffee and working on software products. This time around, loving it even more. Some close friends who knew I was job hunting, warned that it would end my creative streak; I didn’t take them seriously. But as it turned out, it did. Well, I won’t say end because you can’t take that writer phenomenon, the voice out of my head. It keeps nudging me at regular intervals. That’s another story that I sometimes stop feeling and hearing it. But I digress.
So not end, but it did bring a drought. Drought of ideas, time, and inspiration. Earlier, I kept looking at every little thing happening with me or others around me as potential material to build a post on. Now, perhaps, I just don’t have the time and energy to stop and look at the miracles that unfold when I zip past them in an unassuming hurry.
Is the corporate job here acting as a sucker of time and mind? Or is it me who hasn’t yet found the secret formula of compartmentalizing the profession and the person? I would say me because I know many of you balance it perfectly – a different day job and an active blog with heart tugging writing. I am struggling, metaphorically. Probably, I should start taking little pauses in between the fast walks and look at the stories revealing themselves partially in the interchangeable cubicles.
Life happens in them too. I just have to look closely enough. So be prepared if I bring you the broken pieces of code, the happy or broken hearts behind them, the animosity and love behind coder-tester fights, the ego clashes and the blood thirsty managerial principals. Are you up for it?