Saturday, July 23, 2016

Blame

We get paid for being mechanical. When someone tells you to polish your skills; what does he actually mean? Precision, mechanical precision, that’s what he is asking.  I do not have anything against him or the system. I seriously do not mind if it takes all the digits of the key pad to reach the person in the call centre, neither do I mind the call centre person telling me exactly what the pre-recorded voices were telling me to do for last half an hour. It’s just ok, I am alright with all this. If this is what you want, if this is what the world is aspiring to be, I am fine with it. But what about those people who can’t be mechanical, no seriously it is not a joke. I know many who struggle so hard to fit in. So hard ....just be normal, you know.  Far from being mechanical, I can hardly even match my own signature to save my life. I know so many of them and so many of them are good friends of mine. I just want to reach out to them and tell them its okie. You are needed in this world, probably as much as those mechanically precise people if not more. I want to tell them your involuntary originality is lacking in this world. I want to tell them you are wonderful   But I cant...Because I know nobody cares...