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I should probably stop worrying about who is watching and say a couple of things here because this blog is the only outlet I have got. Why am I so stuck up? I cannot play the low games that other people play and I think it is unethical to be political. I am going to be trampled over and killed in the rat race because I don’t fight. But somehow I prefer getting out of the race to becoming the leader of all the rats.
I wish I could be a clerk in a dusty room full of files and a ceiling fan. Will people leave me alone then or will they still find reasons to play political games involving me? I am not sure. Is this how some people live? Gossiping, telling tales, manipulating and doing dirty things to get to a better position in life? I honestly don’t care! If they want my position they will get it if they ask nicely. Lol! They don’t have to try and play filthy games.
I dream of a workplace where people don’t tell sneaky tales and where they help each other grow so the work can get completed. Alas! This is going to be a pure dream. If I ever ran an organization of my own, people will be human beings first, and not slaves. I think people should get flexi-timing and work-at-home options when they want them. They should get to eat their food. They should get their sleep. Why do these big corporates imagine that the average office-goer is a slave who should do the big brother’s bidding at all hours? Are they buying work or buying a lifetime? Can an individual not have a life outside of work?
I think the workaholics of the world can celebrate their anti-social and obsessive disorders. The workaholic zombies who don’t have girlfriends or ignore their girlfriends when they have work; the ones who have eating disorders like anorexia and sleeping disorders like insomnia can celebrate! The corporates need them. The corporates will pay them all their money to continue their non-existence. Blessed are the workaholics for they shall inherit the bloodsucker kingdom!
Some tips to steer clear of problems at work:
1. Never disclose at work that you are happy.
2. Never disclose at work if you have completed your work before time
3. Never do anything to have fun in your leisure time and even if you do keep it a secret.
4. Never announce before leaving for home.
5. Be wary of the earlier morons who have climbed the corporate ladder owing to their skills in manipulation.
6. Never blog about work problems (Lol!)
7. Swallow bullshit by the tonnes.
8. Pretend to blog about advancement in technology relating to your work and share the links with your manager.
9. Say “Yes!”
10. Don’t say “No!”
Of course, I am Mathangi. I will not follow any of the above tips because I always do what I please and thank heavens I still have some life left. I am talking to the potential workaholic zombies who are vying to sell their souls to the corporate devil.
How many times will I fall and how many more times will I rise.
People have been watching all my one-act plays. They wonder what color this creature would assume next and what metamorphosis this mutant would undergo next.
I thought compromise was a challenge but now I know I don’t care for that kind of a challenge.
I am not going to settle for anything less than the best that I knew and loved.
I know why I stop myself just before the last step.. it’s the fear of losing him. The day he leaves me for another would probably be the day I die.
I remember you said I will always have a corner in your heart… it means the world to me and I will live in that world.
Despite my many moulds and many seasons, he is the only thing that has kept me going. I have tried to make my mind believe that I have gotten over him… maybe I have gotten over his absence..
Why do I wake up in the morning and feel like nobody else can take your place in my life? Why does physicality seem irrelevant when I think of you… even your absence does not hurt any more…and I feel like I can live the rest of my life with the images inside my head.
Why do I go back to you when oppressed by superficiality?
What is it between you and me? Why do you haunt me?
Why does it pain so much…. and why do I try so hard to replace you with obnoxious others? I know I’m fighting a losing battle… you will win eventually…
So they brought the speechless eyes
And the funereal rose
Wilted
With the memories of a dying fragrance
And laid it on the ground
For silence to surround
O the pain and the endless sighs
In silence they bustled
For a piece of rope
To suffocate the moans of the restless dying
In the arms of loneliness
And the throes of darkness
They clamored for a piece of peace
They pounded at the glass walls of coffins
To open the lids on what was dead
To resuscitate the warmth of the fingers
And inject life into the stiff bones
O the failure and the misery of humiliation
They were the undead lovers
Zombies that thronged
In the heart of a parched world
Running after souls to resurrect
With love and bitter kisses
In moonlight they lifted their withered arms
And cried like a dying bird
They bled for love, the fools
O the vicious cycles of loss
O indifference unattainable
Remnants of eaten hearts.
