A complete non activity on my blog page over the months finally brought me to the front of my desktop to hit few keys on the ever sounding keyboard to unfold the state of my mind.
AT office….
Life seems to be quintessential sometimes, feels great about the path that I have traveled but as boredom peppers my thoughts, life becomes unimaginable. May be getting some writers for my life would make things better.
A normal day in office, and outlook pop up told me that I have an email to read. Sender’s address is not at all important here as the address do not carry any name with it. A thousand testers with their ammunitions would have attacked the poor application and it had showed them the dead end. The dossier of the attack is the mail got from their id.
Now, the entire mind is in the description as millions thoughts goes through my mind to isolate the cause for the issue. In a few hundred million lines of code my job is to find the one buggy line of code….. no one buggy statement… no no one buggy symbol. Yeah, this is my job and I am so bored of it. Always feels that I could stuck up with a job like this forever, may be my entire life. When I realize it, I want to run away, or keep running just like Forrest Gump.
I curse the tester, that who in the universe asked him/her to test the datetime format of the data with microseconds. As I lookup for the answers, I start looking for answers in my IE with google.co.in being typed in the URL. At the end of the day or call it COB/EOD as in software language, I have to assign the bug for a re-test.. no matter what falls on you? !!!
Out of Office…..
As witticisms sprinkle a smile on my face, I sink to the feeling that I am reading a book over someone shoulder’s and each line connects with me. I can smell the new book and it is so refreshing, I stretch my neck to see the collection of alphabets and each set reminds me of the person I am. I stretch little more almost getting up from the seat and effort is not useless as I again re-connect with tiny lines of the book. Now, I want to read more, I want to know more about myself, as curious as a cat to wonder is this the writer I was looking for?
In the middle of thoughts I settle for a comfortable seating as my eyes stares the lines on the rightmost page. Neither my seating position nor the page number made any difference as I witness life unfolding in pages. Again my neck gets stretched to read the last line and I curse the reader to turn the page … PTO…. I calculate his reading ability, but all falls in vain. The page number becomes static, as I wonder about the remaining pages. I make a last minute effort to read the remaining, but as destiny calls it eyes ends up seeing the color of the book as it makes its way into the reader’s bag. I do not want my life to be like this, I want to read the higher page numbers and I should always say to myself “Please Turn Over….” at the end of each page.
Feels like a fiction???? :)
Sorry, the state of my mind is asking more and is asking answers for a question…. I do not know what the answer is but all I can do is scream…
“Here I Am - this is me
There is no where else on earth I’d rather be… “ like Bryan Adams !!
