While these school chums, the Arrogant Lot ones that are, were boiling over the saucepan of their colourful ambitions and dreams (I have been writing about the ‘dream theme’ in my previous blogs published here), I gladly saw myself out of their small group - all in the quest to find true happiness, friendship, meaning, and self-discovery like that great Argentine revolutionary Ernesto "Che" Guevara had done on a military motorcycle, except that I didn’t feel the need of such a bulky mobile contraption to go along the path of self-styled self-discovery or in the pursuit of happiness business, which, I admit, I couldn’t possibly have found anywhere but right here in my own country of origin, that is Bharat, Hindustan, India.
For that reason, and for that reason alone, I had declined all offers of overseas employment, with not a hint of anger or regret or destitute feelings passing my lips.
I thought if I could try and get serendipitously lucky, just a wee bit, nothing fancy, with one or two out of my own stack of dreams getting fulfilled with a slight nod from God and oodles of parental affirmation (and this is very important for me), then my life would achieve its main purpose: that is to be – above all worldly, man-made things – happy, nostalgic, and thereabouts: To live in the moment, think about the past, and not having to do anything with the future – nothing more but also nothing less. That said, yes, I am still happy with my serendipitous pond life!
Heaven Knows
Heaven knows, all that I ever desired was the familiar, comfortable environs of my kingly bedroom (preferably in a bourgeois apartment building with running tap water and electricity or in an own house with an easy-to-care garden of Eden out front and a forest-like one at the back! Ah!) with the old Orient fan circling, sometimes whirling, sometimes twinkling (it feels like it twinkles a bit) to the overhead ceiling of my room and my private nook to goad me to copiously read books and generally exist as a purposeless dandy while I never will have to get unduly anxious or lose my languorous sleep in the nearly blazing hot summer afternoons or cold wintry months of the year about those guys, the arrogant ambitious lot, “ENJOYING” in America or Europe or Dubai wherever their fashionable dreams took them by their ears or bled them through their noses!
Being half asleep…half-awake…half-naked and sheepishly thinking about those gung-ho boisterous folks who have perennially imprisoned themselves to get deliberately weird unknown prefixes in front of their honest, innocent names that their parents gave them; the kind of insomniac fame that removes these glory seekers forever from the feeling of the everyday aspects of happiness and familial piety back in their homelands, and not to mention of the copious wads of alien money – “dollar income” – that most often than not refutes fair thought processes in these “you-can’t-touch-me-I-am-up-there” individuals’, I’d say, under-developed mindsets or some kind of naturally occurring impediment of moralistic fallacy, whatever that might be. Having that said, I now run the risk of being called a bitter person who keeps fiddling around with clear and present realities of the current era! Is that all there is to it? Nope! Not really. Never been. Trust me, I am not one such person; it’s not my fault if I do have some personal thoughts about such, I admit, a complex subject, and yet I have to write about it in my blog. Let me have that comforting freedom to make a few points, without hurting anyone. Maybe, I love my homeland a little too much than required and that’s something to do with whatever I have been surmising up till now and writing about it here.
Coming back to the point I was trying to make: Obviously then that these folks cannot be expected to be in full control over the way their life has been panning out in front of them, and are, therefore, never really in touch with their humble past anymore. That’s just one of the several reasons why my life is so very different than most of these glory-seekers of the globalized world. All this is nothing but miasmic effluvia (to put in gently) if you ask me. It isn’t something to get my head around it that this filthy rich man of Love, Literature, and Home can hardly give any credit for. Whatever.
Luxury feelings of their fancy dreams never made it to my heart to swell with pride; this vainglorious ambition thing, this adage that human life has to be of some monetary value almost always disappoints me or gets my goat, in a manner of speaking. As far as I can manage to think about it I’d say for me the word ‘value’ is a matter of great inconvenience and immense trouble that one has to put up with. Given the world’s vicious (not vicious, then what?) political and chaotic economic atmosphere, I’d say it’s enough to live your life responsibly, with as much dignity as you can manage; wanting to derive ‘value’ should sound as of no use. Agreeably, it is a matter of self-perception too, and therefore if one thinks in this vein that one’s life has to have some ‘value,’ go ahead have it the way you want; otherwise, I don’t think it really does matter. Being born as humans is just enough to wriggle in the mud of that so-called ‘value’ you are talking about.
Yet I understand that it’s fair enough for their part to foster a life of their own and live as they please in a globalized world. Forgive them, O God, for they know not what they do.
While their way of life is not something I’d undermine as merely floccinaucinihilipilification, but I’m happy to categorically state that I, in spite of being a man myself, seek no man-made name or fame or ‘value’ money, whatsoever. Everyone is welcome to his/her own sense of entitlement. As for me, I wanted to live my life a little differently from most others can coherently think of in a world which is viciously decisive about haves and have-nots, and I am glad to state that I did… but… I am equally sad and not very cheery to reveal that I did after all fell prey to the kind of life I had always been turning my nose up at Software Engineering is the culprit; it did me in. Want to talk to someone deriving some ‘human value’ after all that he said above? Come to papa!!!
I am guilty as charged as far as the programming and coding world of software engineering is concerned. Believe me, life did flash before my eyes on the way to undertaking what others would call the tables have sure turned on me, and how!
Destiny: 1, Me: 0 (a big one!)
Yeah, I did end up being of all things a digital miracle worker (a software engineer, what else?), so much for my stiff upper lip attitude towards being one of the sodding clichéd IT Engineers of this doomsday world. Oh! What a spooky world we live in; I can’t believe I had ended up doing what I had never dreamt I would do! Life, it seems, had pulled a fast one on me, I think, on purpose.
Talk about Destiny has its own quirky whim to pull a fast one on happy-go-lucky individuals like me; this is one such ill-fated occurrence that I’ll have to live by it. It beat me in the game of choosing to be what I wanted to be. Software engineering was up for grabs and getting to it was fairly easy for me, not hard, going forward. Consequent to such a surprising thing happening to me, I’ve ended up with too many funny defeatist zeros and ones, digital bytes, big ones, Big Data, AI, Data Analytics, in my life’s professional kitty – up to the tip of my nose. The score: Destiny: 1 and counting; me: 0 and subtracting! No wonder, life is a tough taskmaster of repute. Sometimes you can’t do what you want to do, but end up doing what you didn’t want to do in the first place. For me, software stuff was one such thing that I ended up doing.
Thinking back, it wasn’t as if I was not aware of what people around me were up and about; most of them blindly and unmindfully taking up the traditional cudgels of career-making and indulging in unabashed career-mongering that according to their mindset will definitely result in either Engineering or Medicine career choice. No other career choice seemed to have existed for them. Other career choices were blissfully ignored or never talked about as if there’s no world beyond those two strict parental advisories that were handed down to them like some ancient family jewels meant to be taken care of at all costs. This is where my misery lies.
Rarely if ever these days anybody wants to embrace the fact that they can take a degree in Ornithology or History or Agriculture or Environmental Science or Climate Change. And to whom am I sermonizing about making rightful – you know zara hatke – career choices when I had to opt for software engineering myself? Well, well, well, my unreserved apologies, milord! But there’s something to seriously think about, isn’t there?
Fairly speaking, I wanted to do something precautious (but definitely subtle, not over the top like Software Engineering I eventually succumbed to) because I thought it would be ultimately very ‘ambitious’ of me if at all, to speak about and logically describe (to whoever was interested to look into my eyes and listen to me when I am talking to them) with a particular inflection and emphasis on the way I have always been: academically inclined and unquestionably romantic that is. I place myself in that holy logical tradition to do something out of ordinary and I know software engineering wasn’t representative of that niche career bracket. Not anymore.
Growing up in the sunny South over the seventies and eighties and over a substantial part of the nineties I did manage to grant myself with the fair amount of personal self-transformation, maybe not hormonally that’s isn’t possible, but attitudinally which is enough to try and stay in touch with the ground realities of my life. I began by appreciating my successes and the successes of others. There was a sense of freedom and release from the two-point agenda of disorienting ambitions that the friends of my generation (school/college mates mostly) had succumbed to the machinations of the non-negotiable contemporaneous parental fetishes. Some did well while others scraped through, for it was quite an awful overburdening thing and yet they carried on as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
For many of us, however, doing computers was not really a natural career choice; it was more like an escape route to quick career-making (but it had stopped being really amazing a career choice; that odd feeling of career-fulfillment differs from person to person), not to mention the promise of rampant ‘IT jobs’ that came along dog-tagged with it. Information Technology (IT) seemed a steal-deal that had an assurance of a job for those people who did computers! But that old feeling of holier-than-thou – my job is better than yours – is gone now; that unmistakable old feeling of a dazzling IT career has more or less been achieved and that is all there is to it, but nothing about the feeling remains special anymore. To be fair, people like us have come a long way from those heady days of wonder when we were studying software programming and alluring stuff like that to get a job and go the untrodden new path and keep up the good work. But not anymore. Really not. Things have changed, often – thanks to financial recession or economic slowdown and extreme competition – taking a turn for the worse for both experienced professionals and fresh-off-the-boat freshers. No one was spared.
All of that previous era’s (the late 1990s) cool, patient ways of doing programming with now-archaic almost prehistoric software tools and languages are gone forever, giving way to an unprecedented, uncertain (AI) Artificial Intelligence-infested, digital technologies-laden, and (ML) Machine Language-personified era where jobs are not so easy to secure and sustaining your job role in the one you have is another big problem. Your number may come up next to face the HR firing squad and when it happens you’ll be asked to make an exit as quickly as possible. The security will carry your belongings and meet you at the office entrance or outside of the main gate! Tata bye-bye!
These days most IT companies bank on handing out one job to two people instead of one. Tada! … In that way, they ‘create’ more jobs: 2 for 1, never mind at the devastating cost of relieving the senior experienced professional hand from his/her duties forthwith. The senior’s job role is given away to 2 freshers or juniors! Who cares? As long as Supply is more than Demand, IT companies can continue to have a field day at being spoilt for choice ‘creating jobs’!
And then there are the aftereffects of the great recession of 2008 that culled thousands if not lakhs of software engineering careers all across our country. According to the Indian IT industry regulatory body NASSCOM, the Indian IT sector only grew by 5% last year (2018). In growth terms 5% is peanuts! What about hiring rates? Sure enough, it slammed shut its door by around 40% in the last 3 years. Laying off employees is the latest rage these days that leading and not-really-leading IT companies indulge in wholeheartedly. For instance, Cognizant pulled the plug off of at least 6,000 jobs, 600 Wipro employees have been relieved of their services, Aircel served pink slips to 700 of its staff.
The Indian IT scene is no longer all that hunky-dory anymore. And I suspect it will ever again going to be like the old days when things were simpler, manageable and there was a great feeling of joy in our hearts more than happy to do the good work that we were doing.
When we thought that the IT industry could not have been worse than this, we have this great piece of news! According to a recent employability report, more than 80% of engineering graduates in the country are not fit for software development jobs or the knowledge market across industries! Wow, What a tragedy! God knows, how this thing can be remedied.
Oh Gosh! Until Computers Came Along
But the point is: If ‘Engineering’ degree was most aptly referred to as a beaten-into-a-purplish-pulp assembly line career production thing, ‘Medicine’ was and still is considered to be one of the noble undertakings and for all the right reasons because the whole point revolved around the fact that there can be too many ‘engineers’ around but never too many doctors, and thank God for it. It takes a lot to be a Doctor while it takes very little to be an Engineer or something like that. The former career alternative, according to my humble opinion (I know I can keep it to myself), demands more discipline and nurturing wisdom than the latter’s new age fastidious shrewdness which can be easily used to grab a seat at any numerous run-of-the-mill private colleges and go through the motions of what one is expected to figure out to pass the exams and make all the stakeholders in this career-making business happy, including nosy neighbours!
To cut a long story short: I thought I passed over all that national illness of being continually asked to become an Engineer, but little did I know that the tables would turn on me when I too will have to give in to the domestic pastime of becoming one such damned species! (If you don’t get medicine, get engineering; that’s the dictum). Soon enough, the din of computer education had arrived in our country and got royally treated like a new gold mine or oil or something. Everybody rushed to it like eagles rushing towards a fine prey. I got enrolled in a software engineering program of study at a gung ho national institute, gave that darn thing 3-and-a-half years of my life, got placed, and the rest is history.
As things stand now, I too am firmly entrenched in the realm of software engineering that sometimes, to be frank, gets my goat. It does, and I know I am not alone trying to wheedle my analytical/mathematical cum arty brain into writing bespoke software solutions that are sellable.
I have dwelt in states of such existential dread that my earliest dream of becoming a medical professional not ever coming true that even the experience of being a software engineer pales in comparison. Still, somewhere deep down that pitiful old misery reaches out from the hungry past to linger in the satiated present; it never abates. And of all things, I had to succumb to the geeky-nerdy world of computer engineering; notwithstanding, of the software category; God, help me. I cannot manage without the kind sympathetic Him/Her into my life. 'Engineering degree' is dead. Long live Engineering degree!
In a lighter vein, if ever I said: give me Medicine and I can readily sacrifice or terminate hundred Engineering career choices! Just know I mean it, Lord knows I mean it. Hasta la vista, baby!
Postscript: The above essay is the seventh sequel (part 8) to the main essay titled "That Good Old-Fashioned Existential Angst" published in November 2018 on my blog site Pebbles on the Beach. More on this 'dream' theme in my next blog.
For that reason, and for that reason alone, I had declined all offers of overseas employment, with not a hint of anger or regret or destitute feelings passing my lips.
I thought if I could try and get serendipitously lucky, just a wee bit, nothing fancy, with one or two out of my own stack of dreams getting fulfilled with a slight nod from God and oodles of parental affirmation (and this is very important for me), then my life would achieve its main purpose: that is to be – above all worldly, man-made things – happy, nostalgic, and thereabouts: To live in the moment, think about the past, and not having to do anything with the future – nothing more but also nothing less. That said, yes, I am still happy with my serendipitous pond life!
Heaven Knows
Heaven knows, all that I ever desired was the familiar, comfortable environs of my kingly bedroom (preferably in a bourgeois apartment building with running tap water and electricity or in an own house with an easy-to-care garden of Eden out front and a forest-like one at the back! Ah!) with the old Orient fan circling, sometimes whirling, sometimes twinkling (it feels like it twinkles a bit) to the overhead ceiling of my room and my private nook to goad me to copiously read books and generally exist as a purposeless dandy while I never will have to get unduly anxious or lose my languorous sleep in the nearly blazing hot summer afternoons or cold wintry months of the year about those guys, the arrogant ambitious lot, “ENJOYING” in America or Europe or Dubai wherever their fashionable dreams took them by their ears or bled them through their noses!
Being half asleep…half-awake…half-naked and sheepishly thinking about those gung-ho boisterous folks who have perennially imprisoned themselves to get deliberately weird unknown prefixes in front of their honest, innocent names that their parents gave them; the kind of insomniac fame that removes these glory seekers forever from the feeling of the everyday aspects of happiness and familial piety back in their homelands, and not to mention of the copious wads of alien money – “dollar income” – that most often than not refutes fair thought processes in these “you-can’t-touch-me-I-am-up-there” individuals’, I’d say, under-developed mindsets or some kind of naturally occurring impediment of moralistic fallacy, whatever that might be. Having that said, I now run the risk of being called a bitter person who keeps fiddling around with clear and present realities of the current era! Is that all there is to it? Nope! Not really. Never been. Trust me, I am not one such person; it’s not my fault if I do have some personal thoughts about such, I admit, a complex subject, and yet I have to write about it in my blog. Let me have that comforting freedom to make a few points, without hurting anyone. Maybe, I love my homeland a little too much than required and that’s something to do with whatever I have been surmising up till now and writing about it here.
Coming back to the point I was trying to make: Obviously then that these folks cannot be expected to be in full control over the way their life has been panning out in front of them, and are, therefore, never really in touch with their humble past anymore. That’s just one of the several reasons why my life is so very different than most of these glory-seekers of the globalized world. All this is nothing but miasmic effluvia (to put in gently) if you ask me. It isn’t something to get my head around it that this filthy rich man of Love, Literature, and Home can hardly give any credit for. Whatever.
Luxury feelings of their fancy dreams never made it to my heart to swell with pride; this vainglorious ambition thing, this adage that human life has to be of some monetary value almost always disappoints me or gets my goat, in a manner of speaking. As far as I can manage to think about it I’d say for me the word ‘value’ is a matter of great inconvenience and immense trouble that one has to put up with. Given the world’s vicious (not vicious, then what?) political and chaotic economic atmosphere, I’d say it’s enough to live your life responsibly, with as much dignity as you can manage; wanting to derive ‘value’ should sound as of no use. Agreeably, it is a matter of self-perception too, and therefore if one thinks in this vein that one’s life has to have some ‘value,’ go ahead have it the way you want; otherwise, I don’t think it really does matter. Being born as humans is just enough to wriggle in the mud of that so-called ‘value’ you are talking about.
Yet I understand that it’s fair enough for their part to foster a life of their own and live as they please in a globalized world. Forgive them, O God, for they know not what they do.
While their way of life is not something I’d undermine as merely floccinaucinihilipilification, but I’m happy to categorically state that I, in spite of being a man myself, seek no man-made name or fame or ‘value’ money, whatsoever. Everyone is welcome to his/her own sense of entitlement. As for me, I wanted to live my life a little differently from most others can coherently think of in a world which is viciously decisive about haves and have-nots, and I am glad to state that I did… but… I am equally sad and not very cheery to reveal that I did after all fell prey to the kind of life I had always been turning my nose up at Software Engineering is the culprit; it did me in. Want to talk to someone deriving some ‘human value’ after all that he said above? Come to papa!!!
I am guilty as charged as far as the programming and coding world of software engineering is concerned. Believe me, life did flash before my eyes on the way to undertaking what others would call the tables have sure turned on me, and how!
Destiny: 1, Me: 0 (a big one!)
Yeah, I did end up being of all things a digital miracle worker (a software engineer, what else?), so much for my stiff upper lip attitude towards being one of the sodding clichéd IT Engineers of this doomsday world. Oh! What a spooky world we live in; I can’t believe I had ended up doing what I had never dreamt I would do! Life, it seems, had pulled a fast one on me, I think, on purpose.
Talk about Destiny has its own quirky whim to pull a fast one on happy-go-lucky individuals like me; this is one such ill-fated occurrence that I’ll have to live by it. It beat me in the game of choosing to be what I wanted to be. Software engineering was up for grabs and getting to it was fairly easy for me, not hard, going forward. Consequent to such a surprising thing happening to me, I’ve ended up with too many funny defeatist zeros and ones, digital bytes, big ones, Big Data, AI, Data Analytics, in my life’s professional kitty – up to the tip of my nose. The score: Destiny: 1 and counting; me: 0 and subtracting! No wonder, life is a tough taskmaster of repute. Sometimes you can’t do what you want to do, but end up doing what you didn’t want to do in the first place. For me, software stuff was one such thing that I ended up doing.
Thinking back, it wasn’t as if I was not aware of what people around me were up and about; most of them blindly and unmindfully taking up the traditional cudgels of career-making and indulging in unabashed career-mongering that according to their mindset will definitely result in either Engineering or Medicine career choice. No other career choice seemed to have existed for them. Other career choices were blissfully ignored or never talked about as if there’s no world beyond those two strict parental advisories that were handed down to them like some ancient family jewels meant to be taken care of at all costs. This is where my misery lies.
Rarely if ever these days anybody wants to embrace the fact that they can take a degree in Ornithology or History or Agriculture or Environmental Science or Climate Change. And to whom am I sermonizing about making rightful – you know zara hatke – career choices when I had to opt for software engineering myself? Well, well, well, my unreserved apologies, milord! But there’s something to seriously think about, isn’t there?
Fairly speaking, I wanted to do something precautious (but definitely subtle, not over the top like Software Engineering I eventually succumbed to) because I thought it would be ultimately very ‘ambitious’ of me if at all, to speak about and logically describe (to whoever was interested to look into my eyes and listen to me when I am talking to them) with a particular inflection and emphasis on the way I have always been: academically inclined and unquestionably romantic that is. I place myself in that holy logical tradition to do something out of ordinary and I know software engineering wasn’t representative of that niche career bracket. Not anymore.
Growing up in the sunny South over the seventies and eighties and over a substantial part of the nineties I did manage to grant myself with the fair amount of personal self-transformation, maybe not hormonally that’s isn’t possible, but attitudinally which is enough to try and stay in touch with the ground realities of my life. I began by appreciating my successes and the successes of others. There was a sense of freedom and release from the two-point agenda of disorienting ambitions that the friends of my generation (school/college mates mostly) had succumbed to the machinations of the non-negotiable contemporaneous parental fetishes. Some did well while others scraped through, for it was quite an awful overburdening thing and yet they carried on as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
For many of us, however, doing computers was not really a natural career choice; it was more like an escape route to quick career-making (but it had stopped being really amazing a career choice; that odd feeling of career-fulfillment differs from person to person), not to mention the promise of rampant ‘IT jobs’ that came along dog-tagged with it. Information Technology (IT) seemed a steal-deal that had an assurance of a job for those people who did computers! But that old feeling of holier-than-thou – my job is better than yours – is gone now; that unmistakable old feeling of a dazzling IT career has more or less been achieved and that is all there is to it, but nothing about the feeling remains special anymore. To be fair, people like us have come a long way from those heady days of wonder when we were studying software programming and alluring stuff like that to get a job and go the untrodden new path and keep up the good work. But not anymore. Really not. Things have changed, often – thanks to financial recession or economic slowdown and extreme competition – taking a turn for the worse for both experienced professionals and fresh-off-the-boat freshers. No one was spared.
All of that previous era’s (the late 1990s) cool, patient ways of doing programming with now-archaic almost prehistoric software tools and languages are gone forever, giving way to an unprecedented, uncertain (AI) Artificial Intelligence-infested, digital technologies-laden, and (ML) Machine Language-personified era where jobs are not so easy to secure and sustaining your job role in the one you have is another big problem. Your number may come up next to face the HR firing squad and when it happens you’ll be asked to make an exit as quickly as possible. The security will carry your belongings and meet you at the office entrance or outside of the main gate! Tata bye-bye!
These days most IT companies bank on handing out one job to two people instead of one. Tada! … In that way, they ‘create’ more jobs: 2 for 1, never mind at the devastating cost of relieving the senior experienced professional hand from his/her duties forthwith. The senior’s job role is given away to 2 freshers or juniors! Who cares? As long as Supply is more than Demand, IT companies can continue to have a field day at being spoilt for choice ‘creating jobs’!
And then there are the aftereffects of the great recession of 2008 that culled thousands if not lakhs of software engineering careers all across our country. According to the Indian IT industry regulatory body NASSCOM, the Indian IT sector only grew by 5% last year (2018). In growth terms 5% is peanuts! What about hiring rates? Sure enough, it slammed shut its door by around 40% in the last 3 years. Laying off employees is the latest rage these days that leading and not-really-leading IT companies indulge in wholeheartedly. For instance, Cognizant pulled the plug off of at least 6,000 jobs, 600 Wipro employees have been relieved of their services, Aircel served pink slips to 700 of its staff.
The Indian IT scene is no longer all that hunky-dory anymore. And I suspect it will ever again going to be like the old days when things were simpler, manageable and there was a great feeling of joy in our hearts more than happy to do the good work that we were doing.
When we thought that the IT industry could not have been worse than this, we have this great piece of news! According to a recent employability report, more than 80% of engineering graduates in the country are not fit for software development jobs or the knowledge market across industries! Wow, What a tragedy! God knows, how this thing can be remedied.
Oh Gosh! Until Computers Came Along
But the point is: If ‘Engineering’ degree was most aptly referred to as a beaten-into-a-purplish-pulp assembly line career production thing, ‘Medicine’ was and still is considered to be one of the noble undertakings and for all the right reasons because the whole point revolved around the fact that there can be too many ‘engineers’ around but never too many doctors, and thank God for it. It takes a lot to be a Doctor while it takes very little to be an Engineer or something like that. The former career alternative, according to my humble opinion (I know I can keep it to myself), demands more discipline and nurturing wisdom than the latter’s new age fastidious shrewdness which can be easily used to grab a seat at any numerous run-of-the-mill private colleges and go through the motions of what one is expected to figure out to pass the exams and make all the stakeholders in this career-making business happy, including nosy neighbours!
To cut a long story short: I thought I passed over all that national illness of being continually asked to become an Engineer, but little did I know that the tables would turn on me when I too will have to give in to the domestic pastime of becoming one such damned species! (If you don’t get medicine, get engineering; that’s the dictum). Soon enough, the din of computer education had arrived in our country and got royally treated like a new gold mine or oil or something. Everybody rushed to it like eagles rushing towards a fine prey. I got enrolled in a software engineering program of study at a gung ho national institute, gave that darn thing 3-and-a-half years of my life, got placed, and the rest is history.
As things stand now, I too am firmly entrenched in the realm of software engineering that sometimes, to be frank, gets my goat. It does, and I know I am not alone trying to wheedle my analytical/mathematical cum arty brain into writing bespoke software solutions that are sellable.
I have dwelt in states of such existential dread that my earliest dream of becoming a medical professional not ever coming true that even the experience of being a software engineer pales in comparison. Still, somewhere deep down that pitiful old misery reaches out from the hungry past to linger in the satiated present; it never abates. And of all things, I had to succumb to the geeky-nerdy world of computer engineering; notwithstanding, of the software category; God, help me. I cannot manage without the kind sympathetic Him/Her into my life. 'Engineering degree' is dead. Long live Engineering degree!
In a lighter vein, if ever I said: give me Medicine and I can readily sacrifice or terminate hundred Engineering career choices! Just know I mean it, Lord knows I mean it. Hasta la vista, baby!
By Arindam Moulick
Disclaimer: This blog is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.