Thinking to write it for a long time but each time I start it some words are lost, some feeling goes away. Every time it feels like something is missing. But what is that I don’t know and why this happens is also of no idea to me. Maybe work has taken it toll or maybe tiredness has come in the way. This may not contain the thrills or chills that you may think of finding but it contains the story of a simple person’s life whose day seems to be ordinary just like half the population of earth. The relation anybody gets from this story about him is not coincidence, it’s just a matter of fact.
The morning for Mr. A brings a ray of hope that maybe today will be different, maybe Mr. A will achieve something today that is worth admiring. The thoughts gives him energy to fight the nice cold weather and get up and get ready for work. The journey to office seems like a rat race. Sometimes run for the train and sometimes wait for the train to come at right time. In both cases the one who will suffer will be Mr. A. But nobody cares for the suffering of Mr. A as long as he is coming and finishing the work. His all hope goes away when he reaches office same old stuff to do, nothing worth admiring. Wants to go away from this place but can’t as future depends on this. Want to do something different but not allowed. He cannot even use his brain in this job. He hates it but is forced to love it. He is put in a cage where he cannot even know what good nature is offering to him. He can only see artificial lights and he has to breathe artificial air. The more he hates the day for coming in his life the slower it passes, giving him more pain. Fun comes but in small packages which gets extinct quickly. Maybe he expected too much from his job or maybe this job doesn’t suit him. But again in both cases sufferer is Mr. A. As the day progresses the motivation level goes down. Lunch just seems to be a formality which has to be taken in order for him to be in a state to do the work. As the evening draws closer from nowhere he gets some excitement. Maybe on the thought of the caged lion to be free and do as he wishes. The office closure time for Mr. A feels like that he has been released from jail. The happiness on his face to be out of cage gives him new energy for the night. Night is the time when he decides what has to be done. He is master of his own destiny. No one to stop him, no one to force him to achieve something which he never want to achieve. He can party, watch movies, go to disco but does he really do all this. The answer is no. Full day work leaves him exhausted to do anything on weekdays. For him only goal for night is to sleep well which never happens. The more the rest he needs the less he feels sleepy. Still that small light in a far tunnel keeps him motivated to live like this. He may not be happy now, but on a long run he will achieve what he wants. He will use this hard life to become strong and to know the basic points of professional life. I can only wish a good life and happiness for him and for all Mr. A who live like this without even acknowledging it. May all Mr. A’s dream come true.
Live life king’s Size………………
Life is difficult, get over it :)
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