Everything You Desire

Flying miles over fluffy,white sky , Gajodhar supported a hard to notice smile.A smile brought on by yearn of playing with his Siblings, the yearning of home cooked food, yearning of having a game of pool with friends. A chance to meet his beloved .
A young,bright, vibrant lad:product of great Indian middle class,shone through his academic days to land a plum job in IT sector.A Sector where he lost his identity,only to don a new face every day as per the requirement of Client.
"Horses for Courses " was his dress up theme-as dumb,monotonus life was the IT Gene.
A sudden jolt and next moment he was swirling downwards with the plane.As he opened his eyes he found himself lying in a big vineyard.A man approached him and lifted his spirit up.Senseless he moved around the vineyard gaping at the beauty of place.All his life he had felt locked up in a 4 X 6 cubicle with a 12" Lappy ,but the feeling of being at this place just awed him.
"Human" a gentle voice wafted,"Let me take you on a trip.".Next moment he was in a office similar to his ,but with a lot more joyous feeling. Santa a.k.a Satwinder ,with a headphone and a mic around was laughing as he worked in front of Desktop. No he didnt sport the brands which would make you look at him ,still his persona was such you just can't take your eyes off him.
His conversation over the phone revolved around the changing belief from "To fall be ready to please all" to "To climb up the ladder,the more you please yourself ,the better". Santa caught chances thrown around him, connived for things which propped him up, whatever he did it was for his own happiness.
Gajodhar recalled memoirs about pleasing everybody but himself. Never he realized going down the mint of money with the hole of obscurity. Leaving behind joys of small things that come in life.
It didn’t take Gajodhar long to realize that working to attain happiness was much more difficult than to stay happy to get work done.Key to trouble free life was not, trying not to have troubles but to treat troubles as one sadistic person whom you’ve got to make laugh.
There the man wearing a saints dress said to Gajodhar, “ Dude , the success of life does not exist in creating a defect free code which your team members can’t comprehend , does not exist in having X number of onsite trips , it’s all about appreciating what you get , getting work done out of happiness”.
Gajodhar went back on road he had left behind to see success was his Dad treating him with his first Bike, Friends hooshing him for marks and himself approaching Radhika and … a push , wham !! head crashes into monitor.
Gajodhar caught yet again day dreaming on Bench.