‘I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.’ – Jerome. K. Jerome*
‘Do you want a Job or Career?’
Asked the Director of our company, a hefty man, who I always imagine will make for the perfect Santa Claus, given his structure and appearance. Let’s call him Super Ultra Boss-man. Ok, that’s long. Just Boss-man for short.
I had gone in for a short discussion regarding the working alternate Saturdays in our organization. We earlier used to have all Saturdays off. It was changed to working on alternate Saturdays – 1st, 3rd & 5th.
I wanted to discuss the probability of being allowed to work from home, seeing as I do not have much work on Saturday’s, spend close to 4 hours on my daily commute to work and do not consider the idea of physically going to office on a Saturday thrilling to begin with. I was fine with a leave or even my salary being deducted in return for this privilege, which was, as you can deduce from the tone of the discussion, denied to me.
But hey, I tried.
‘Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.’ – Cormac McCarthy
Tiny wishes, she collects and keeps in a silver box.
‘The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.’ – Jim Morrison
You take off one mask and you wear another.
She cannot live in a place where her wings are clipped.
‘The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.’ – W.B Yeats
It starts with what is magic?
It was a tired evening when I boarded the 6:27 Kalyan* ‘Ladies Special’* local train from the Dadar* platform.
Dadar is the topmost bane of my existence. Though there are others, Dadar definitely tops the list.
I have to take two trains when traveling to work, I change them at Dadar. I personally feel that it is one of the most overcrowded places which I have encountered in my life and I must encounter this every working day. Platform 1-2 is a narrow strip of cement-concrete where a total of two trains can stop on either side.
Whenever a train stops, it becomes a fine example of the population explosion in my country. The platform starts resembling Sauron’s army* from Lord Of The Rings* as a swarm of fellow homo sapiens, most of them zombified from a rough day at work, alight and start trudging onward, while those of us waiting for the train lunge at the doors with a gleam in our eyes, with little concern for dear life, as a sudden zest possesses our frazzled souls – for we can finally reach home sweet home in another hour or two.