While going to office, looking at the guys and girls in formal attire with the shackle of a IT tag, sometimes it seems the entire generation is now a slave to the comfort of air condition and a false sense of affordability. Give us time I will give you money, the few intelligent businessman promised the masses when computers arrived. And then kept their promise.
But was the price fair?
What about science, culture, creativity? The only creativity these days is how many dollars you can show you saved for your almighty client by creating something special!
As I write this piece while riding to one such so called multi nationals, keeping my tag away just a tad bit till I get off the bus ( some precious minutes of elusive freedom), I wonder if the trade was a fair one. We robbed the priceless gift of time from multiple generations entirely by giving a sense of promise. Promise of affluence. What would one do with affluence if it rots by itself waiting for time?
Time the most precious commodity human kind knows till date. Only but its not a commodity because we can only measure it but cannot modify or make or earn.
The weekend culture used to be a thing of the great West. These days, while walking by the streets of the city I live in now, weekend is life for the 20 and 30 something. I have no clue about the 40 something and beyond. May be they are the only generation left with life? I mean life beyond the miserly 21% we have.
They promised software industry will never have political influence, unions, strikes. They kept that promise so far too. But they forgot to mention its not a magical place. They forgot to mention that the workers will be merely human. Not godly creatures!
Someone special calls me bilapix sometimes. An ode to the great Asterix series and the Bengali word. This was one such. Some do break this shackle for a life beyond. The uncertain wilderness.
I wish there was some businessman luring us to that too. Because clearly, without influence, we don't seem to be able to think by and for ourselves.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Random musings from a bus
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