A week of tiring work pulled me off from normal activites, whereas i started learning more and more of people and work. Life is not always a smooth drive in a well built road neither a boat travel in a peaceful sea. Emotions started to flow in on how to manage life and work, i needed time to develop self, interested in learning more, rather sit and tap infront of laptop like what i am currently doing. :)
Am i in a world of laziness or in a world which is hyper active? I could not find an answer. To me when i think of my past with the present, nothin has changed other than a small deprive in my health, an entangled dizziness around me always and a world which wants everything super fast. Back at home i used to orkut, use face book, check mails , just travel whereever i wanted but i never felt i am only working, i was in a world of happening where work used to be my part of life. I had never felt that i am lazy. I never felt that my long drives are missing. But here it is like work has become my life, i need a world of activites , i need a work that perfectly starts at 9am and ends at 5pm (sounds little bit communistic, but i am in an ideal case now ) rest of my hours to be spent for myslef alone.
I really cant let it go this way, i wnated to overcome this work "eating my life" and stop it right there and say "hey! this is my life and i want it back." Let me try this plan and if it gona work then it will be my best,
Plan A: wake up early so that i can be in office right time, an sleep of 6hours daily, finding ways to learn anything around me and it is near. I tried this last week, i woke up early morning so that i can be in office intime. No change in my work, worked till almost evening. Started sharpening my culinary skills in the evening hours. Identified some untried dishes and it worked well too. then little bit of work and back to rest for 6 hours. Plan is executed at an pace that i can afford but i need to speed up so that i would be best in shaping myself .
Plan B: Just in case if Plan A is not going to work. I need to formulate one another plan to overcom my dizziness. May be a learning would help, a new language, an musical instrument or just try some local places visit. This is just a backup plan, as it needs investment it is always Plan B. :)
Hey wait, planning sounds good, but where the time is to do all. Can i add more time in a day may be two hours extra in a day so that i can come out of a routine cycle of life (totally insane). Common life should go in a way that it goes, Its high time i am alarmed that i should save myself from a getting in into a cycle.
Move on man.
It ends here, my Inarticulate Musings.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, August 3, 2009
My First American Dream
This is my first ever blog in my life. Never mind i gave a very quick unedited and unformatted version of my flowing imaginations as soon as i touched US. Later when i gave a review for myself, it sounded totally different to me. Here goes my updated version;
United states of America - A dream for IT professionals and ofcourse its a status these days back in india. Let me take this blog in two stages, first stage would be me being in India preparing for my first US visit and the second stage is after reaching USA. The following content posted below is strictly adhering to my own feelings and emotions. This is not intended to mock anyone, neither it is copied from anywhere and I own the sole rights for my own feelings.
Stage 1: Preparations to Fly
Though this is not my first flyte experience, still it was very enthralling to me to fly all alone till US. One fine monday morning i was busily working in my project, i got a call in my mobile from my senior manager citing that i was not at my desk. I went to her place and i saw one more manager standing beside her, its pretty common between managers to shuffle resources between them. i was little reluctant to get into the conversation but the new manager straight away asked that can you fly this weekend since ther is an immediate requiremnet in his project. I backed first, then my senior manager convinced me stating its a good opportunity. Here starts my dream about the great America, in my mind, its a land of tall buildings, full of handsome and beautiful white people, no beggars, cleaner roads, bigger spaces and almost a very cultured land. I had my near and dear ones informed about my trip, excited to work with white people. Here came one more excitement in my ticket, i got my Chicago ticket transit via London heathrough airport, worlds busiest airport with a three hour stay there. At that Juncture my feelings were extremely excited, overflowing imaginations and undeterministic plans on working norms etc etc. I started my trip in Chennai bidding adieu to my parents and best friends.
Stage 2: Aftermath
Airport experience at London was way too high than my expections. Reached Chicago airport wasnt a great amusing to me looked very normal. Crossed the security and got the cab started to downtown, roads were clean but not cleaner as i thought. Ended up in a small conversation with my driver Mr.David, its about the oscar winning indian movie slumdog millionaire. Thanks to ARR for making me a proud indian. Reached down town buildings were taller again not cleaner. Chennai mount road is far more better than any chicago best road stretch.Walked to a super market to get my basic amenities ready to withstand colder nights here. Its just a six block walk and i met four beggars before i could hit the door of super market. People here looked big but not beautiful, more of machine than human and a lot of prerecorded message than whole hearted wishes. with a dismay reached back to my appartment, in the lift one more american enquired about my shoes and its make. Once more i proudly told Inidan made. One week of hectic work in a place full of indians. In an appartment almost three fourth of population are asians, do i miss somthing here? yes where are the real nationalities here. :( Each product here carries the tagline made in (asian/african nation)
A country with no control over electricity wasted like anything, a country with no control on epollution and finally a country that toally depends on machines and machines only. here shatters my first dream.
Money plays a major role here, each person here seen as a maker/controller/ manitainer/ deliverer in terms of USD. My own value is 5.52.960 USD whereas back in india my value is, a mischievous son to my parents, a honest friend and an artful lover. Comparatively i see myindian value is invaluable whereas i am less quantified in US.
My First American Dream - Shattered.
United states of America - A dream for IT professionals and ofcourse its a status these days back in india. Let me take this blog in two stages, first stage would be me being in India preparing for my first US visit and the second stage is after reaching USA. The following content posted below is strictly adhering to my own feelings and emotions. This is not intended to mock anyone, neither it is copied from anywhere and I own the sole rights for my own feelings.
Stage 1: Preparations to Fly
Though this is not my first flyte experience, still it was very enthralling to me to fly all alone till US. One fine monday morning i was busily working in my project, i got a call in my mobile from my senior manager citing that i was not at my desk. I went to her place and i saw one more manager standing beside her, its pretty common between managers to shuffle resources between them. i was little reluctant to get into the conversation but the new manager straight away asked that can you fly this weekend since ther is an immediate requiremnet in his project. I backed first, then my senior manager convinced me stating its a good opportunity. Here starts my dream about the great America, in my mind, its a land of tall buildings, full of handsome and beautiful white people, no beggars, cleaner roads, bigger spaces and almost a very cultured land. I had my near and dear ones informed about my trip, excited to work with white people. Here came one more excitement in my ticket, i got my Chicago ticket transit via London heathrough airport, worlds busiest airport with a three hour stay there. At that Juncture my feelings were extremely excited, overflowing imaginations and undeterministic plans on working norms etc etc. I started my trip in Chennai bidding adieu to my parents and best friends.
Stage 2: Aftermath
Airport experience at London was way too high than my expections. Reached Chicago airport wasnt a great amusing to me looked very normal. Crossed the security and got the cab started to downtown, roads were clean but not cleaner as i thought. Ended up in a small conversation with my driver Mr.David, its about the oscar winning indian movie slumdog millionaire. Thanks to ARR for making me a proud indian. Reached down town buildings were taller again not cleaner. Chennai mount road is far more better than any chicago best road stretch.Walked to a super market to get my basic amenities ready to withstand colder nights here. Its just a six block walk and i met four beggars before i could hit the door of super market. People here looked big but not beautiful, more of machine than human and a lot of prerecorded message than whole hearted wishes. with a dismay reached back to my appartment, in the lift one more american enquired about my shoes and its make. Once more i proudly told Inidan made. One week of hectic work in a place full of indians. In an appartment almost three fourth of population are asians, do i miss somthing here? yes where are the real nationalities here. :( Each product here carries the tagline made in (asian/african nation)
A country with no control over electricity wasted like anything, a country with no control on epollution and finally a country that toally depends on machines and machines only. here shatters my first dream.
Money plays a major role here, each person here seen as a maker/controller/ manitainer/ deliverer in terms of USD. My own value is 5.52.960 USD whereas back in india my value is, a mischievous son to my parents, a honest friend and an artful lover. Comparatively i see myindian value is invaluable whereas i am less quantified in US.
My First American Dream - Shattered.
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