Showing posts with label Dissatisfaction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dissatisfaction. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

What is my deed worth???


(*This may come across as a rant. If , like me, you too have very little tolerance for that kind of writing, kindly skip the post.)

One thought is using up a lot of my processing power these days. I keep thinking if I have wasted the first 25 years of my life and if what I have done so far is meaningful. To sum up the all these years, I have gone to school, earned an engineering graduate degree (which did not need 80% of what I learnt in school), worked for a couple of years as a software engineer (which did not need 100% of what I learnt in engineering), went to a B-School for my post-graduation (no engineering skills + no skill from the work experience needed), interned in an automobile group (which did not even need me going to the office) and landed up in an equity research job (which needs no engineering knowledge, but uses a little bit of what I learnt in the B School). So I have clearly run from pillar to post, searching for something I could not identify all these years.

The saddest part is I have not identified it even now. In the school days, I never was exceptionally interested in any particular subject. My interest in a subject during a year depended largely on the teachers. But when I was learning a few subjects (only a few!) in my engineering (Electrical machines, Power Electronics, Power System Analysis etc) I thought I had found my calling. I enjoyed these immensely and looked forward to the classes and the labs. While probably the right thing to do then was to take up a job in one of these fields, I was struck by the MBA Cupid and threw away my final year, when I could have done a useful project somewhere. To aid the so called MBA preparation, (basically going back to my school syllabus during my final year B.Tech!), I took up the first job on campus (a software company).

Again random learning there. Some ancient programming language, which was invented probably around the same time as valves was imposed upon me. I learnt the basics of that and SQL and became quite comfortable with my work and thought I was cut out only for that. MBA admission came knocking and once more left my terrain to enter a new one. And what I am doing after all this too does not evince much interest in me!! I am left high and dry and often wonder if learning itself is over valued. Most of what we learn is pretty useless for day-to-day-life or for work. Then why learn at all?? Learning is held at such a high esteem everywhere with companies stressing on continuous learning and what not, whereas in reality, our learning is limited to collecting an assortment of information with no use whatsoever. For example, I know mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell and how endocrine system is different from exocrine. So what?? Who cares? The next time something is wrong with my endocrine system, I need to consult a specialist who probably struggled in his school to do time-distance and geometry problems. Similarly I know how electric power is transmitted. Big deal! How does it matter as long as I cant do anything about the line losses? And how does knowing about it change anything I do?

The common explanation I get is we need to get exposed to all the fields, to be able to judge where my interest lies. Nothing can be farther from truth. Ok, after all these experimentation, I say my interest lies in agriculture research. What can I do about it?? I feel like Edison, having found 999 careers that don't interest me. But what is the recourse available??

I feel claustrophobic thinking. I feel my job is inherently meaningless. To me, today, the only criterion that defines meaningfulness of a career is what happens if I succeed/fail in the objective of my job. If I succeed, someone makes a couple of more millions, I fail and they lose a couple of millions. This is not something I care about. This is not something that I envisaged for myself. My definition may change, but, this is definitely not something that brings out the best in me. The worst part is more than 90% of the jobs I see around me are of similar nature. They have no bearing on anything material to human life or just life in general. If I jump from here, that would be mostly to land in one of those 90% jobs.

I know everyone gets into this Jerry Mcguire-ish situation, esp in the mid twenties. But the effect of this quarter life crisis is largely under-estimated and absolutely under-expressed. I am robbed of the interest to read/try anything new. A big "Why this?" flashes in my mind every-single-time I think of anything.

Help me do anything worth doing. Ideas invited! But please, no learning new things like dance, art and blah for the sake of over-rated learning. Also, do let me know how you are coping with your quarter-life crisis (Assuming you are single, otherwise, quarter life crisis would have been too-minor-a-distraction for you to have noticed!!)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Memories That Bind. And Gag.

They say familiarity breeds contempt. But mine is a curious case. Familiarity bred no contempt, because time robbed the familiarity. If I say familiarity is knowing what you eat, what you wear, what you do and what you think. But my definition surely lacks substance. I m sure it should be much more than that.

But looking at yesterday, I would still say you were familiar. Even though I don’t understand what it completely means. I thought you were with me when I laughed, when I cried, when I read, and hell, when I slept. You knew the passage I loved, you knew the soap I used, and you even knew the last movie I watched on my laptop. I used to be worried sick when you were not well, I always knew the joke that would make you laugh and I could tell in my sleep when you had to go to the tailor to collect your dress. If this is not familiarity, I don’t know what is.

Time hurts as much as it heals. Especially when I have too much of it and you too little of it. It makes me wonder who would want to listen to those stories I used to bore you with. Of course, wondering has produced no results so far. But I know you are caught up in no such web of trivial needs. You adapt and you adapt fast. And I try something neutral between admiration and resentment, but settle closer towards the latter. It is not your fault that you have a new pair of ears to fill in and it is definitely not your fault that we are looking at different things: you at the future and I at the past. The divergence is strangely unable to obliterate the memories I cling to. The ones I know I should not. But if you offer to erase them for me, I would politely decline. For I know they would be the only reminders of you, in the next many days to come… As Adichie says, “Heart is where home was”, and home is where familiarity is.

(Image Courtsey: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/the-loneliness-of-abuse-leisa-collins.html)

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Bogged by Boredom

I have been questioned a lot about what my orkut title means:

'CONSUMED BY ENNUI'

Consumed is defined as 'To destroy totally; Ravage' by dictionary.com
Ennui is defined as ''Listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from excessive boredom' by the same source.

Listless is the word to describe me right now! Bull's eye !!!

Saw Taare Zameen par today and as is the general case with me, wondered if I have some kind of disorder which prevents me from proper planning and execution of things.
I mean, if planning can be so tough for somebody, need the execution be brought into the picture?

Clueless about what I am doing ! Got a call for SCMHRD and the inteview is on 31st Jan. Normally, I spend 2 hours with the newspaper everyday, reading all the editorials, letters to the editor, sports column, business updates.. You name it and I read it.But from the day the call came, I have been running away from the newspaper.. Have not read a single page completely !!

To top it, I have not attended 4/7 lectures TIME has planned for the SCMHRD call getters!What the heck is going on with me? Weird is the word to describe me..

And then work! God ! I groan at the very mention of the word.. When I thought it could not get any more monotonous, it proved me wrong and has pushed me into an unimaginable rut. I postpone going to the office till 1 pm everyday.Without having anything to do at home either.. The false sense of importance the organisation tries to induct makes me weary. The novelty and the sense of security you feel once you realise that you are learning, wears off once you realise that the path from there is obscure..

If any of these sound to you as the ravings of a depressed soul, visit some of my earlier posts !! You would know how I sound when I m actually depressed. This is some crazy mood. I want to be alone the whole day..n probably not do anything at all.
Without anyone to disturb me . In fact,there are very few people from whom I have been taking calls too.. Small talk with people is tiring me. Just in touch with some real close people from around a month. Not trying to undermine anyone's importance in my life. It s just that I don't want to upset anyone with my absolute lack of interest in the conversation.

The only two songs I enjoy these days are:
1. Tere bina from Guru
2. Lemontree from Fool's Garden

Do they give you some kind of insight? (After all,Bush's collection in his ipod led to all kind of pyscho analysis on what kind of a person he was! :P )

Watching NDTV Indians of the Year on NDTV side by side. Wonder how people like Rahman and Viswanathan Anand have managed to do the same thing for so many years with so much of perfection, improvisation and passion!! Or do they have personal pyschiatrists :P??