Musings from a Cubicle
Its 6 pm in one of the many tech parks that are dotted across the city. These are places that look like an ambitious kid’s wet dream. All those promises of “holistic wellness” in a “high-tech” environment stand fulfilled. The streets in this city are dotted with fashionably dressed people - who, upon careful observation, look like they came out of an assembly line. A whole army of shirt-wearing, tag-carrying people with indifferent expressions on their faces have descended upon the streets. Most of the people in this army – over a smoke or a chai – are complaining. Some smile and joke through their complaints. Others are too tired to maintain that façade. The mood of this army can at best be summed up as a collective shrug, and at worst- a collective sigh. Among any small group of us “professionals”, one finds people who are into music, into writing, into cricket, and usually, into the vague idea of being a tycoon someday. Sadly though, there’s only a handful who get real...