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The Road Ahead - Turns, Burns Or Purusartha

So, it's another job. A new job in a different zone, a different role from what I'd assumed earlier and perhaps a little more money and motivation to work for!

But, blow, my first day at work was clouded by a far bigger worry and apprehension that could alter my life-path forever and place me at par with others, vying for what the world calls 'A Successful Life'. This is a far greater worry than any, for amongst the few parameters that could prove decisive in my attempt to succeed, this is apparently the biggest. While I was working away at a project, that is an application to enhance medical facilities in the United States via mobile phones, such as Apple and Blackberry, it struck early and since then, I have been very drastically demotivated. And I know, deep down inside, that I will not be able to carry on with this organization or work towards the motive for long. The only reason I picked up engineering, was so I could work like my father. I've forever seen my father work towards improving and developing power solutions for Indian Industries and construction equipments to enhance the country's infrastructure. Maybe, software could help enhance the pitiful state of the country towards automating every sphere of life that would require thousands of hours to perform otherwise. Besides that, I had absolutely no purpose behind picking up engineering. Now, this is crucial, because as I slowly start to dislike software, I also start to pick up on more than one avenues that I could very well switch-over to. Writing, for one.

In a country where more than half a billion starve, unable to procure three meals a day - it sure is a luxury to be working in a posh and cozy office and what do I work for in the end - a superpower and a few hundred notes, at the cost of my own country, my own people and my own identity. I have sold myself, but it won't be for too long. However, the scene is so screwed up here in the professional scenario, that degrees and credentials count more than sincere efforts and a valid reason to just walk up to office and create an impact, make that change!

I don't know what life has in store for me, but I strongly hope and pray that I do not, like others, fall prey to a system that had gripped and imprisoned me when I was in college. Education is as much of a myth as is work. One fine day, I am going to piss on my degrees and set afire my certificates. Until then, here's to a very heavy heart and a soul that needs to be for the moment curbed down, until I have enough fire within to demonstrate my skills and knowledge for the betterment of my country.
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