The grass was greener...

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

- High Hopes by Pink Floyd

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I miss you IIT Bombay :(

Cash and Cashiers

I was just reading some random anecdote on the net, and a cashier says - "I could lose my job if I did that."

It hit me again. Like so many times before, I started wondering about the charm a common job holds. A job which just about manages to pay the bills, a job that extracts so much sincerity out of a person that makes him or her say something like that, a job that somehow manages to bring a smile on my face if I imagine myself doing that.

Thinking about the jobs which I probably will end up doing... I am scared. The responsibility, the magnitude of decision-making involved, the fact that so many people look would look up to me, and at the same time look down upon me...

Hell, tell me how many times have you looked down upon a McDonald's cashier? And how many times have you despised an investment banker or a consultant for what they are...

I guess true acceptance in the hearts of lots of people comes at a stiff price.

Or maybe not... But then I think about the career options open in front of me... If I leave aside the cashier/engine driver/bartender jobs for practicality's sake, my favourite job would involve a marketing lifestyle with consulting perks and an investment banking paycheck.

That, and the sincerity and the societal acceptance level of a cashier.

I am flaky.

I have two endterm exams tomorrow, as well as a class which is evaluative and has a rather lengthy case to read. However, I don't know why, but here I am - sitting on my desk, listening to random music, surfing random sites and finally ending up blogging.

I hope that I don't diss this post midway. Now that I've established that, I think I'll post it no matter what.

Life's been rather peaceful lately, but there is no enthusiasm or motivation to work whatsoever. The only thing which induces the slightest drive is this b-school summit, of whose organizing team I am a part of.

Is that correct English? Gahh.. Who cares...

There goes! A near perfect example of how I've been lately. Incidentally, I just realised that I care about the fact that I don't care, and I would certainly like to do something about it. About that, I don't care enough!

Meh.