You know what’s the worst part about being an employee and not an entrepreneur?
Well, though it may sound that I am boring a small little hole with my small little finger in the very dish in which I eat in by saying this but I will say it nevertheless. There a lot of good things and nice things and great things about being an employee – like not letting a single crease settle on the eyelid royally closed on the dreamy eyeball on a warm Sunday afternoon on hearing the news that a section of the factory has caught fire. “Damn it” the mind goes, “that will atleast mean those buggers will consume less material.” God bless the soul of the poor entrepreneur who would feel the heat of the smallest unintended spark in his factory right between his loins.
And things like bandhs, strikes, chakka jams, shipment delays, vessels getting lost on the sea are all part of the “external environment” which you try and work around as an employee but they are not quite the same demons that give the hapless entrepreneur ulcers at night and piles in the morning. Life, on the whole, is a lot more peaceful if uneventful for an employee.
Despite all this, there is one thing that really rakes my skin.
It is having to do all those projects and reports and analyses and presentations which do not really matter. Things that you spend nights over, only to be offered unto the holy gods of top management in a single day yagna of a presentation – to be consumed by the fire of that one evening, and nothing left in its wake but the smoke and the ashes…SWAAAAAHA
And especially me. I don’t know, but I have this strange affliction. My body freezes over and my mind locks itself up inside a small cellar and cowers into a foetal position at the mere mention of any of the words “report”, “project” or “presentation”. Blank PPT slides spend hours staring into my eyes, trying to catch the tiniest flicker of intelligent life in them.
And tonight I have a PPT to finish. The world would not come crumbling and the company wouldn’t wake up tomorrow and shout BANKRUPTCEEEE from its stinking, unwashed mouth first thing in the morning (we are not a bank…come on!) if I don’t finish this tonight. But then, there is a mid-term appraisal coming up….God, I hate these devil-and-deep-sea kind of situations!!!!
Tonight is qayamat ki raat
Pray for me friends, pray for me.
