Every Fine Day...

Imagine waking up every morning, getting dressed, having a nice omelet breakfast cooked by your mom with tender and love and then leaving off to work ; all the time thinking about what a crappy day your going to experience. It becomes even bitter the moment you step into your office and realise its not a dream after all! Yeah well that's me, pretty much that's what i have been going through. Sometimes i feel that i somehow deserve this. My honeymoon with happiness was long over before it begun and now i am starting to think that day by day, little by little i am being robbed off my sanity and everything else i considered to be fun and exciting.



After graduating i got this job in a very promising power generation company which was supposed to help rid my country of its Power crisis. In the beginning it was good, not much, but good; i had work to do! But unfortunately 4 months in, something went really wrong. I wont divulge into the matter in detail but the rough idea is that ambiguities with the WAPDA coupled up with some political mess, brought the project to a dead halt and here i am!



Now after this ordeal we are in search for new projects but they dont seem to materialise and unfortunately this is what i do from 9-5 :



Come to the office, drink tea, read two newspapers i.e Dawn and The News, watch news channels ( only news channels are tuned) on a wall mounted LCD screen, read the newspapers again (incase i havent missed anything), watch some more news, surf the internet (youtube, facebook, blogs and movie trailers) sit idle and think about all the super powers i wish had and then start all over again! seems kind of fun doesent it? NOT AFTER 2 DAYS! (scracth that-- make it 1 day). Agonizing enough!? No! What about those days when some so and so official of a so and so company comes over and doesent decide to leave until he has had three cups of tea with biscuits, and by then its 1 hour past our office timing. That 1 hour extra spent doing nothing in the office is excrutiating mental torture and feels like hell when the clock ticks at such a sluggish pace. I feel like getting up and drilling every body with an AAR(Automatic Assault Rifle). Darn it, i have nightmares at night!



The only motivation of creating this blog is that I was going through some other blogs and then it struck me that i should write my own. Even though i am not an avid writer and it is clearly not my area of expertise but you know,

WHAT THE HECK!