During our college days, we said ‘I can’t imagine of going to office every day. Life sucks if I see myself as professional’. When we joined software industry, the common talk was ‘I don’t want to continue with this industry. I will do MS or MBA abroad and will quit’.
After one year in software industry, we convinced ourselves, ‘Work is part of life. Nobody can avoid it’. However, when our managers got frustrated during some software breakdowns, few of us yelled back ‘relax, you can’t scream at me if this bloody software doesn’t work, who cares?’. But after 4-5 years in the industry, today we feel ‘I need to go up in career and designations’.
Somehow, till now I am managing my days by not giving priority to office-work. But few times I loose control and I make profit to the company :P. Now-a-days I started feeling, ‘this work-life is never-ending as well as pain-stacking’. Cubicle coma haunts me many-a-times. Cubicle coma throws me into depression if I sit continuously for 2-3 hours in my work station. It is an endemic disease confined to computer engineers. It is an epidemic disease spreading maliciously ghosting the brains.
Really, why do we work? Topmost reason is money. We earn money to save. By default, we are Saving Sprees (meaning, Individuals determined to live according to a carefully planned out budget that would minimize spending to increase on savings).
Deep in my heart, this is what I feel. I want money. I am here to do anything for money. Motive is not to save all the moolah. Rather, spend it and experience the elite fun of the up-class society. I don’t mind respect-disrespect, good-ungood, future-unfutured ways of earning money. All izz well till I am filthy rich and exchange the moolah for entertainment.
However in reality, brain’s thinking is stronger than heart’s feeling. Though I spend a part of earnings, I save the rest. To an extent, I am concerned about future as well. I don’t have to be, but I am. Will I ever come out of this trauma of savings?
One extreme is work – I hate it, I get depressed if I work long. But if I don’t work, I won’t get money. Another extreme is savings – I do it because everybody else does it. If I spend and others save and later if I realize my spending as a mistake, where do I stand?
I thought a lot about influence of work-money on my life and remolded my way of living. This is what I am since last few years. I am neither workaholic nor lazy bum. But definitely I suffer from cubicle coma all-the-time. I am neither spend-thrift nor saving spree. But mostly inclined towards spend thrift’s edge. Now the question is, is there any perfect urban word for me like individuals?
Whatever the word is… prone to cubicle coma is disgraceful. Being workaholic is something awkward. Being saving spree is sick. And being both workaholic and saving spree is something awkwardicilious and sickadocious, better die.
It is awesome if we are able to come out of cubicle coma haunt and say ourselves that, “I am neither workaholic nor saving spree. However, I work to survive and to be fit in the industry. I save a part of earnings so that I won’t repent later for lavish spending. At the same time, I have funtainment at work and experiment eclectic luxuries at the cost of money”. How to implement this level of satisfactory life style? Answer is, GURUit. Check out the explanation at
God, “I don’t want to work in vain,
And I don’t want to save with pain,
Give me some sunshine, give me some rain,
Give me another chance, wanna chillax once again”.
