Too near yet too far seems the future from where I sit right now. Yes I own that corner cubicle and yes I love that wooden odor emanating from the four feet partition walls.
You'd find me there sitting and in a deeply concentrating mode, with eyes sort of embedded into the computer screen. I look funny..yes I do. But that's how I work. I love being called "the coder", gratifies my soul with food it's been longing for years...
Sometimes when i see that advertisement, where they say what would you remember some years from now, the corner office...the something something,a very dark reality stares me right in my face. Something that work takes away from you, and then this excessive need to "reclaim my life" starts pushing me.
No longer does this guy get his soul food from his work. He wishes to be free. Can't.
Goes back with drooling eyes and again lost in his code trying to debug it make it perfect. Yes, perfect, i seek near perfection in my code. At least something can be made perfect, i know life cant.
Its working!!!, my code, a feat i celebrate in my constantly pushing mind. No one else would realize it,a mere code..hah!
It makes me dream, and am scared turning into a computer myself. I request them not to shut me down..Oh!..thank god.Kinda phobic.
The day nears its timely end...I can see the leaves rustling in the heavy wind...a bit of cloud cover..better rush before it pours.The once romantic droplets don't seem so fascinating now, something has changed, and i regret it has.
Keeping up with deadlines and sticking to routines, life itself has become a untiring loop where "the coder" serves his time.He's happy, he's sad..he's a workaholic...
