The point Angad wanted to make wasn’t about how he thought he would see through the task, but how it would affect the way he was thinking. It is really tough certain times how does someone really accepts the procedure implemented to perform. “According to this flowchart we can reduce time consumption by almost 30% and hence we can save at least 5 days which can be implemented then for review of all the tasks performed and that would be plenty of time”. Most of the times his presentations and his methodologies were successful, and if he failed then much to everyone’s surprise he would fix it on time and earn accolades from everyone.
The problem that hurt him the most was lack of motivation. Tasks as every other employee would come to him, he would take the problem, he had his own approach to solve it and ultimately with dedication and seriousness he would solve it. Life was really simple as he knew it and he had accepted it that way. A year ago he was a fresh blood, out of college and ready to accept challenges in life, and that he thought, while he didn’t know that he very carefully avoided all of them.
Campus placements are a shortcut, accepting science at class 12th was opening shortcuts and a considering the modern educational methods where one night study before the exam turns out to be sufficient for passing with good marks everything seemed to be a shortcut. Rather it is indeed a shortcut. He was young then, I don’t know what I have to do, that he thought then, and perhaps he was right, Indian kids really don’t know then what do they really want. Flowing with the stream was the best option. The problem with flowing with the stream was, is and probably it will be a problem forever would be it makes you lazy, and life keeps going on in a simplistic ordinary way. Dreams aren’t really substantial in modern world, there are responsibilities and expectations. The laziness that seeps inside a human beings mind leads to an ‘I don’t care’ attitude that in long run is so disastrous that one doesn’t really want to fight. The straight things that come to them are accepted and anything new that cones our way that would bring about a significant change in our life, it becomes tough to accept it. In simplistic attitude even emotions are suppressed and feelings really do not matter.
The lazy stream of life has his own shares of highs and lows, sometime people do matter and most of the times they matter when they can listen to you. In awkward monotony, suppressed emotions keep surfacing and then again they are ignored. For a youngster attraction wasn’t a new thing, it happens at every level, whenever someone who can stand by your side, and people would gossip about one’s girlfriend or boyfriend, who can possibly be your status symbol, emotions surface. Sometimes feelings are more related to physical attraction and demands while sometimes they are genuine but that’s rare, and many times it is a combination of all of them, while the last one is fairly less effective, but sure it does play role. After certain period, there is only the last one when there is no one to talk to, and that was not Angad’s case. It never mattered if she would be with him then he would be happy. Angad knew that very well, that that would not change anything. He would continue to be frustrated and she would turn out to be just another shoulder on which he would cry and that was not what he wanted. If he had to cry then he would prefer his parents over his girlfriend. But not always, he felt, everything his parents should know. Sometimes, he would as simply lie about things without taking them up. He could not do what he wanted to, many things, he could not for example focus on his immediate plan. As if he had no immediate plan, everything he wanted to do, he felt, it was to impress someone else. And he, whatever he did, did succeed a couple of times and everyone around him thought it was easy and started doing the same thing and he lost his own motivation. So simple it is, in life, to see someone else succeed and feel it is easy to do it. Angad, had lost reason to fight. Life was easy, so what if it was the wrong path, it was easy, in a couple of years, he would be rich, and he’d have a family of his own. He knew that time will teach him the rights and wrongs in his way that he has chosen. Many times inside office he simply thought, rather tried to, where he is headed. He never had a single answer. He looked around, people around him did what others did so that they got promoted, everyone wanted to talk and prove their importance. Youngsters flirted with their colleagues. Few of them did exactly the way he thought he would, in order to talk to that girl, probably their motivation was same as his was.
He looked around and saw most of the Indians, talked and tried real hard to make an impact in their lives. Talking was the simplest way it seemed, doing something about it needed real effort, and effort needed devotion and devotion needed soul and heart. Soul had lost importance, heart was faking emotions, it seemed so foolish that all of them dwelled in pity happiness’, things would start inside a cubicle and end there. Probably it was an easy way out, no one cared about you, you never cared about anyone. You don’t want to fight and be afraid of rules meant to be broken and follow those rules. No one wants to stand up and pickup a fight, life is easy and is accepted to be so, and perhaps, it explains that we all are cowards and remain that and all we can do is talk, because that is the easiest way of making an impact.
The problem that hurt him the most was lack of motivation. Tasks as every other employee would come to him, he would take the problem, he had his own approach to solve it and ultimately with dedication and seriousness he would solve it. Life was really simple as he knew it and he had accepted it that way. A year ago he was a fresh blood, out of college and ready to accept challenges in life, and that he thought, while he didn’t know that he very carefully avoided all of them.
Campus placements are a shortcut, accepting science at class 12th was opening shortcuts and a considering the modern educational methods where one night study before the exam turns out to be sufficient for passing with good marks everything seemed to be a shortcut. Rather it is indeed a shortcut. He was young then, I don’t know what I have to do, that he thought then, and perhaps he was right, Indian kids really don’t know then what do they really want. Flowing with the stream was the best option. The problem with flowing with the stream was, is and probably it will be a problem forever would be it makes you lazy, and life keeps going on in a simplistic ordinary way. Dreams aren’t really substantial in modern world, there are responsibilities and expectations. The laziness that seeps inside a human beings mind leads to an ‘I don’t care’ attitude that in long run is so disastrous that one doesn’t really want to fight. The straight things that come to them are accepted and anything new that cones our way that would bring about a significant change in our life, it becomes tough to accept it. In simplistic attitude even emotions are suppressed and feelings really do not matter.
The lazy stream of life has his own shares of highs and lows, sometime people do matter and most of the times they matter when they can listen to you. In awkward monotony, suppressed emotions keep surfacing and then again they are ignored. For a youngster attraction wasn’t a new thing, it happens at every level, whenever someone who can stand by your side, and people would gossip about one’s girlfriend or boyfriend, who can possibly be your status symbol, emotions surface. Sometimes feelings are more related to physical attraction and demands while sometimes they are genuine but that’s rare, and many times it is a combination of all of them, while the last one is fairly less effective, but sure it does play role. After certain period, there is only the last one when there is no one to talk to, and that was not Angad’s case. It never mattered if she would be with him then he would be happy. Angad knew that very well, that that would not change anything. He would continue to be frustrated and she would turn out to be just another shoulder on which he would cry and that was not what he wanted. If he had to cry then he would prefer his parents over his girlfriend. But not always, he felt, everything his parents should know. Sometimes, he would as simply lie about things without taking them up. He could not do what he wanted to, many things, he could not for example focus on his immediate plan. As if he had no immediate plan, everything he wanted to do, he felt, it was to impress someone else. And he, whatever he did, did succeed a couple of times and everyone around him thought it was easy and started doing the same thing and he lost his own motivation. So simple it is, in life, to see someone else succeed and feel it is easy to do it. Angad, had lost reason to fight. Life was easy, so what if it was the wrong path, it was easy, in a couple of years, he would be rich, and he’d have a family of his own. He knew that time will teach him the rights and wrongs in his way that he has chosen. Many times inside office he simply thought, rather tried to, where he is headed. He never had a single answer. He looked around, people around him did what others did so that they got promoted, everyone wanted to talk and prove their importance. Youngsters flirted with their colleagues. Few of them did exactly the way he thought he would, in order to talk to that girl, probably their motivation was same as his was.
He looked around and saw most of the Indians, talked and tried real hard to make an impact in their lives. Talking was the simplest way it seemed, doing something about it needed real effort, and effort needed devotion and devotion needed soul and heart. Soul had lost importance, heart was faking emotions, it seemed so foolish that all of them dwelled in pity happiness’, things would start inside a cubicle and end there. Probably it was an easy way out, no one cared about you, you never cared about anyone. You don’t want to fight and be afraid of rules meant to be broken and follow those rules. No one wants to stand up and pickup a fight, life is easy and is accepted to be so, and perhaps, it explains that we all are cowards and remain that and all we can do is talk, because that is the easiest way of making an impact.
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