The entire essence, and hence effort of this diary project has been to keep it as impersonal with respect to my daily happenings as possible. But what has proved difficult is to try and squeeze in time consistently, day after day, to think about the abstract and give it the shape of an entry here. Or maybe, this is what I actually wanted when I dreamt of running a diary project. To delve into the daily torrent of thoughts, think about why I am thinking what I am thinking/feeling and understand myself better. This's just a tool that's expected to help me (as I explained to Sandeep) to make mistakes, put tongue in cheek whenever I realize I made mistakes, learn from them and hone my craft.
This thought of evading the price of staying in IT has become recurrent now. Perhaps, it'd be appropriate to say that it's a 'daily occurrence' now. I dream of things I could do, decently enough, to vouch myself a day job at doing them. I could think of nothing other than speaking and writing. My immediate and direct senior in the Vemuganti's lineage has been a salesman for more than 3 decades now. I may have inadvertently rubbed off some persuasive skills from looking at him persuading people do what they don't actually want to do. Now the very same persuasiveness wins my bread and beer.
Another thing I can (dare I say) consider to hunt a day job for in is Writing. This stint at IT is like a flower pot cracker for me. It's dazzlingly bright for as long as it can go on - so bright that it almost blinds my vision. But we all do know that it has a short life, don't we? So before the flower pot goes off in a disappointing fashion, I should figure out how I could make writing a long-lasting and also a sufficiently bright cracker for me so that I'd while away my time here in its just-enough brightness but for long enough.
This thought of evading the price of staying in IT has become recurrent now. Perhaps, it'd be appropriate to say that it's a 'daily occurrence' now. I dream of things I could do, decently enough, to vouch myself a day job at doing them. I could think of nothing other than speaking and writing. My immediate and direct senior in the Vemuganti's lineage has been a salesman for more than 3 decades now. I may have inadvertently rubbed off some persuasive skills from looking at him persuading people do what they don't actually want to do. Now the very same persuasiveness wins my bread and beer.
Another thing I can (dare I say) consider to hunt a day job for in is Writing. This stint at IT is like a flower pot cracker for me. It's dazzlingly bright for as long as it can go on - so bright that it almost blinds my vision. But we all do know that it has a short life, don't we? So before the flower pot goes off in a disappointing fashion, I should figure out how I could make writing a long-lasting and also a sufficiently bright cracker for me so that I'd while away my time here in its just-enough brightness but for long enough.
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