Transition

The last evidence of my existence, as traced by this thread was the story i left somewhere on fields of my B-School. Then i got lost. Or rather it seems i found myself. Not for myself but for others. Yes, to get in to this mess was my decision. But once in, it became a compulsion. 
Flying from north at around 9 in night, was a moment to be marked, with the full moon bestowing all its illumination on a face wondering about first job in a new city. The other day, someone heard me on phone -"It looks like a real office, with thousand machine clad cubicles on both sides of a long lit up alley". The derisive smile on the persons face was just a reflex to my childishness. Sounded like office was some kind of Disneyland, a place to fantasize about. Well it was really that, for all kind of image one had about such a place (with no access to outsiders) is through stories, movies and bogs. Poor me, I carried this  idea for a few days even to my office. At times, the conscious stream of thoughts got converted in to what sane people call day-dreaming. Well, am I at the right place? Does this office, the work deserve me? I will have to find a way out...hmm what will I be in next 3 yrs, obviously i will not be here. And all that even before really getting to know, the kind of work people around me were doing. 

Then, very soon got to hear something like 'wrong account debited, can't you even see' ...Boom.... I heard Oracle from the movie matrix.....Welcome to the real world. Dude you have bartered your time and your thoughts for a credit in your account at the end of every month. A reprimand made me realize this. End of the days of free flowing thoughts. Now you have to think what you get paid for. This was what i call transition from college to work.

This, I was never prepared for. Truly, I did never realize this can happen. Then I remembered of those aphorisms- Make your hobby your career. This way you get paid for what your brain is wired to think of. You save yourself from a life long imprisonment of thoughts. But for most of the average people, what they think doesn't pay them. The conventional path is chosen of what others makes them think, because it pays them.

It’s not that difficult after a while.  Every prisoner gets accustomed to the laws of jail. And you have weekends to think of whatever you want to think about. What else do you want?

The other difference with this real world is that there are not many people who will take your crap of 'deep thinking'. Though intellectually stimulating, often permeating a sublime high, such shit never supports a body. Real people do not think much. They punch keys 13x5 a week. Sleep on Saturdays, play cricket and drink on Sundays. They enjoy life. They are happy.