Who Dares Wins

The reason my blog is titled "Who Dares Wins" is solely because I respect those who follow their heart ,take the road less travelled by, fail, fail again and then rise from the ashes to prove that life is all about surprises and not following a written code.

I choose to dare .

Well,right now I am no different from my fellow peers ,slogging in the software industry.But I know in the coming days I will break the cord that attaches me to mediocrity.

Some people get high by having drugs ,some just by booze.For some its adventure sports like para gliding or bungee jumping but if you ask me ,there is not a bigger high than quitting your (not so likable) job on your own terms.Its like getting a blowjob while para gliding!!

To be honest ,I have never really liked my job.Well initially a software job is like a dream for a mediocre but arrogant ,cocky but broke bloke like me who has a lot to prove to the world and show that he is more than just a die hard romeo.

But trust me ,you cant live in this environment for long specially when you are being paid shit for doing shit!!

I know for long that I will quit from my position of a very respectable Senior project Engineer(yes, thats the title they give for somewhat senior shitters).

The idea of resigning first crossed my mind when I had to wake up in the early mornings of Delhi December chill to struggle my way to office just to have coffee,lunch and evening tea(this would explain my being mediocre).Very suitably ,in puckka delhi fashion I had " I AM IN NO HURRY..I AM ON MY WAY TO WORK",printed in bold letters at the back of my car.

I know I am made for better things(I guess this takes care of the arrogant part), than just working with inhumans(in my case huge Servers) and that I am fucking with my time while trying to explaing people why their system is not responding to a server in Sweeden.

But I continue explaining other software engineers as to why their computer is so dumb and cannot pick signals from a server which is located only a few hundred thousand miles away from them.(I suppose computers were invented to help humans solve their problems but now we have a huge workforce dedicated in unraveling the enigma of computer puzzles).

I know I am just delaying the inevitable,but trust me ,the most difficult aspect of a software job(no ,its not getting it and neither is it keeping it),is quitting it.You wake up every morning having slept the last night convincing yourself that tomorrow is your last working day .You start your windows ,which non software people call as move on with your daily routine,reach office with a virus in your head ,referred as a fucking bad mood by non techies and start shitting which software guys call as programming!!

The only saving grace is that you know somewhere in the back of your twisted mind that all this can be ended by just saying 7 words(I will soon let you know what they are).

I am waiting for my time to come.

I know for sure that when I am face to face with reality and I can't take the smell any longer ,I will soon muster up the courage and blabber out those 7 words: SIR, APNI GAND MARAO.MAIN TO CHALA.