The World of Sweat Shop

Welcome Address

This is getting a bit too much, my brain is going on a spree. It's able to think by itself, my body no longer feels a part of it. Am I doped or drugged ? There are no conflicts, no emotions, it's detached even as I write this. The brain is controlling my body to a large extent. I see people at my workplace aimlessly going about doing their respective work like machines. The person sitting next to me is probably the most dedicated worker I have seen or should I say that I'm hopelessly lost in the world of ' Sriram '. I see this person take just those right amount of breaks that the company would like every employee to take. Worth applauses.

People have moulded themselves to such a lifestyle. They seem to have accepted defeat. Defeated, they lie helplessly in the ground trying to reach out for a stick, a stick they are never ever going to even see. The more fortunate ones do catch hold of the stick but don't dare to leave it. They keep holding to it as if it's their life, possessive to death, should I say. Few are those who have the courage to stand up boldly and fight it out without a stick or a support.
Bob Marley rightly says,

"Get Up, Stand Up,...Stand up for your Rights...Don't give up the Fight..."

Comforts I seek

I wish to seek solace in a more comforting place. I have two options : either follow what I'm supposed to do ( which is a bit tough) or move on ( that's tough too). It's easy to crib and complain about a system but its too tough to contribute to it. We all learn it the hard way I guess.

Music to my ears

It's ideally suited to soothen my nerves. 'Healer' should I say or am I in the process of being healed. Statements are to be carefully made. They are prone to debate and cross examinations. You think you have passed a harmless statement and there you have just gravely offended one of the noblest beings in planet earth.