  As a five year old i used to ask my mom why everyone has to work ? Nineteen years thence i ask myself the same question ! Well i'm generally not philosophical but questions like these really make me sad. Because questions like these compell me to think and that is definitely the last thought in my head right now. Coz if you think u use ur brain (will a time come when i'll actually use up my brain ??? i mean whatever little i've left of it ??? or do i have any left ??? ) see ? thinking is just one recursive process. And i'm sad. Just the thought that i think i've no brains left makes me feel like a jellyfish !
My co-worker tells me even jellyfishes have brains.... What about carrots ? Do they too ??? NO ??? Good ! Not so bad after all.... coulda been worse.... I wake up at 8:00 am every morning and look at my boring face staring at me with a bored look on it, through the mirror. Thoroughly disgusted at the look it gives me i try to get some solace in the bathroom, sitting on the comode looking at the pretty faces in the Pune Times interspaced with recollections of the face in the mirror i saw a coupla minutes back... greatly helps in bowel movement.
Done with my bath and all (I love water as much as a fish loves living out of it. ) i try to get on something that'll make me look decent. (Please note the ommitance of the word "PRESENTABLE". A monkey with fancy clothes can look "decent" but NOT "presentable"). After a 15 minute fight, i give up.... monkeys with fancy clothes on can still look presentable..... I get on my bike and start on the pre-programmed route to Office. Reach office, boot my comp (literally) (Monkeys can look decent but they can't boot a comp... no way... they cannot even spell one.... ask them ! ) and i'm set for the day's work or the lack of it....(which busy person in this world will write a blog from office ? Please Note: The keyword is BUSY. ) Sleepwalk the whole day between faxes, phones, memos, emails and incomprehensible commands of my boss.... wake up at 12:30 for the lunch.
Not that it is great but it just provides a break from the drag... again sleepwalk the rest of the day between faxes, phones, memos, emails and incomprehensible commands of my boss.... wake up again at 5:00 for a prolonged snack break after which looking for a chance to escape becomes an obsession. Though u only have to work 9 to 6, unofficially it's even more..... At last having made my escape from Alcatraz i start on my pre-programmed way back, tired and zapped !
Back home, try to get rid of my exoskeleton, listen to "Sad but True" on my Cd Player, graduate to Radio Mirchi (Pardesiya et al....), hog dinner and my system is ready for it's systemic shutdown at 10:00 pm. Wake up next day and look at the same bored face in the mirror again.... And yes.... in case you've still not found the answer to the question posed in line one, keep searching.... i still am..... 
