Company changed, place changed but I remained the same......(2)

It has been a while i didn't write about the things i really started writing with.

Well, first of all I am getting double of what i was getting with my previous employer.The story doesn't end there , I am working at least 4 times what i used to so in bargain, its always the employer wins. Well that's what we call business. So my advise ( or Gyaan - My Most talked about specialty) do not make a Job Switch if you are looking for Serious Money and Less work.

Sometimes i introspect think what is wrong, why i feel the universe conspires against me , why i couldn't get into IIT, why i could not study in my engineering, why i always found a place only outside the class, why no teacher was ever interested in teaching me, why were assignments always copied , why i never had a girlfriend , why i ended up in a mediocre job and the Tags which define a Bloody Average Indian Male fit so perfectly on me. I try to see life in last six years , it unfolds in a melodramatic way seems like a plot being written after i try to do any productive thing in life.

It started from my first few days in collage, i bought 8 notebooks for 8 different subjects ,eyes dreamzfull of to study Bio Technology and Clone Humans , finding cure for cancer, studies plan for PhD, post docs and even further and all wannabes for parents and teachers. Well i remember the first class i attended in college , Technical English for Engineers (unsure why was it restricted for engineers - as i understand , for its unbelievable low standards). Actually I remember only the first few mins of that class as I fell asleep and got up only after 4th hour and hence the dreams.

The same story continued in most of "Truly Technical" classes and I trust me it was just the beginning. Later in my engineering days, i was tortured by the Boring, More Boring and Most Boringest profs ( sorry for my superlatives but hope you empathise).So this way i realised that notebooks are a sheer waste of natural resources ( environmental engineering). I remember once incident when i had a brilliant project idea of doing a research on some bullshit and the first question my Proff asked how much did u score in last quiz? This was murder of a very potent scientist who could probably have made an impact on every human life but alas someone else was always writing the plot.

I had a chance to do my summer internship at one of the best fermentation labs at United Breweries. God knows why the hell did i try so much for it and got it. I prepared a wonderful report on the same,submitted to my faculty and trust me for the first time I felt so bad when i saw my report dusted , probably used as duster which was never opened and a was given some grade lying in the corner. I again realised Kauti , sala system is bad, it sucks and sucks so much that doesn't deserve to be improved.

The same goes for My 1st job, my project work in collage or even life in general.

I wonder i spent at least half of my productive hours cribbing about the system and ya.. my sorry our favourite dialogue, "sala system hi kharab hai".

Right now i am wondering, i started this entry with a good mood in a casual and funny manner, but I am feeling sick. Not because system is making me sick because the realization " System is same, it was always the same for everyone . Winners make the best out of it and Loosers get screwed and the most useless bunch just be there bitchting about it. There were students in our collage who did great research at collage, there were guys who got great jobs, got life partners and list list goes on....."