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Life's a roller-coaster !

Millions of times I have made an earnest effort to unravel the mystery behind a LIFE. Conduct a survey all around the globe and try to figure out the rudimentary ingredients that would imbue a sense of satisfaction in them. There would be vivid opinions based on individual criteria. Most of them would be unrealistic, surpassing their wildest imaginations and trying to attain the pinnacle of their fervor.

I had always dreamt of realistic visions and slogged to accomplish them. The almighty has been beneficent until now and to be on the optimistic side expect him to shower the blessings upon me in a similar fashion. Amen! Realized a little late in LIFE that the easy path chosen by me would not fulfil my expectations that I have piled up on the stack. Things would have been much more simplistic if I would not have bunked my english lessons at school or not messed around with my teachers. But I guess its never too late. I am doing respectably good with respect to millions. But if comparison is all what counts for, then probably I am catching up with a billion more heads trying to achieve a so called satisfactory position. Working for a software company where thousands and thousands (there are literally thousands of them around you wherever you tap an eye on) of so called Engineers cracking their brains and trying to figure out some nerdy mistake a junkard would have foolishly left some years back. I thank that stupious figure for his generosity else a thousands of my colleagues would have been rendered jobless. That is what we call maintenance, i.e. maintaining a freaky set of code. I guess discovering America by Colombus would have been a much easier task!

Struggling day in and day out expecting to have a tryst with their destiny. The sole survivor would be the one who keeps his vision intact and who is unfazed by the impediments accomplying the journey. Contd...

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