Job..Work..Orgasm..Reality

One fine day just like any other day, you go to the same boring job which you have been going to everyday. Trying to pass the day just like any other. Trying to smile and be happy just because thats what you are supposed to do. Earning more than many you are supposed to be on a high. Alienated from the world, Alienated from the surroundings you are expected to perform without grievances. Thats all you try and do i.e. to be happy and push yourself to your own limit so at the end of the day you are so tired you can get a peaceful sleep. Only to be woken up from the dreamy romanticism by the harsh reality that this widely taught and preached concept are for the ones who do some physical activity along.

So you sit in from of your only friend you are left with. Nah... not even your personal laptop. That much joy is also has been taken away. Now your only friend, your MASTER, the only thread which connects you to the whole world. Guess what it is ??... Yes it is your official laptop. Nothing else. The thing without which you are a NOBODY..Yes you are a nobody. Your bread, your life, the absence of which is incomprehensible in your mind.

And you sit in front of this some square inch wide and long harmless looking but craziest monster responsible for screwing your life to the fullest. To start another day of interactivity, pondering over the same routine you go through and the difference which will not come even today. Then you start writing codes not by choice, not by love, being arrogant enough to not even do it for work but as a habit. Just by default you start pressing in keys, browsing the whole world masqueraded in bits and bytes.

You are edgy, but you continue writing and to take you away from boredom you put on your headphone to listen to same old boring play list not updated from time immemorial. So on some fine stupid day you decide well what the hell, let me listen to some heaviest of the heavy metals. The volume you keep on increasing till you can increase it no more. The songs whose lyrics are anyhow not catchable keeps on banging your head in its full force. But then something happens. Your fingers start dancing on the keyboard. The codes start flowing without any effort. The thought process becomes clean and you reach a state of trance. Oblivious to the surroundings, even oblivious the blaring sound of some of the most loud music being played directly in your eardrum. You cannot stop. You carry awn and awn and awn. The level of excitements heightens to a crescendo, the speed of writing and thinking reaches a point where it is difficult to cope. But you sustain, you deliver, and you maintain the the tempo driven by the thrill you experience.

Unaware of the surrounding; with the winner feeling of the ability of being able to do anything in the heart; you carry on. Only to be driven out of this deep slumber of heightened thinking and coding by a ping in your gtalk. The message would say that I am farthest from you but I can even make out the music. You smile back, you just say ooopsies, you reduce the volume, take off the headphone and then smile at the thing you experienced. You try and make an effort to get back the state you just experienced, only to realize that it was one real orgasm which was not faked. A zone which cannot be achieved easily. Wondering how often when young you use to be in the so called zone always, you just accept defeat from the reality that it being no longer under ones own control anymore , you carry on with your own boring day just as any other day.