okay.. this is it

I'm back. If at all anyone really cares. Its almost 3 months since my last post. I was really busy at my job and such boring things that come with it.Hope to be a bit more regular again.

This is probably my first post out of pure disgust and frustration. Since i keep the blog all for myself and people who know me really well, i dont really need to find something interesting to write on.

Now traditionally, a software professional's blog is supposed to be a very techie kind of one, or one full of the poorest of jokes. I'm not really a techie guy.(and i have the documents to support that.)I understand why the software-engineer kind of jokes are pathetic.They (infact we) lead a pretty boring life. Almost the coolest thing in 3 months for an IT guy is going for a theme function, where people dress in weird clothes. So unless we have something adventurous in life, we cant be very entertaining people.You can say we are pretty boring as people.

To me, the job gives a lotto money, discipline and thats it. Theres no fun. Configuring a server or understanding a database has never been my idea of an outing. Allow yourself to be stripped of evrything that adds to your ego, and there you are.A full fledged IT pro.

First, the dress code and the clean shaven look.

nicely ironed and tucked in formal shirts, formal pants and formal shoes. the shoes have to be the same colour as your belt. and your socks have to be the same colour of your trousers.

This is definitely the worst kind of discipline i have ever been subjected to. In the last 22 years, the only time i wore black formal shoes was in my 11th and 12th. So 2 years. thats it.

And now i have to shave twice a week. I have never shaved twice in the same week, my entire life.boy, i look gay when i have a clean shave. ( luckily, gays in hyderabad dont jus have a clean shave, they also exfoliate, moisturize and invariably wear pink). I feel morose wen i look at the mirror. I really look like those guys I would laugh at, any day.

Month old stubble, undone hair,shabby shirts and a stinking lungy was almost your trademark, back in college. You felt really macho, those days. You got high even without alchohol. You almost thought nothing in this world could end the fun. And you laughed at the people who said all fun ends at college. You said they were boring people to begin with. Who always cared about grades. You never thought you'll spend three months with nobody to joke around with.

The worst part is that you dont really know if this is bad. You cant choose between college and office, given an option.

College gave everything, except money.

Office gives the money.

You can walk around in Lee cooper shoes or grab a Subway footlong. Or watch Dark Knight in Imax, all alone. Or go to a perfumes shop and say ' Playboy musk.. the US one. oh yeah.. credit card?'

I dont think i'll be able to choose.