Cubicle mania

The screen flickers and in the ambience created from the borrowed headphones my head pops out of my cucbicle to see a whole world of software engineers as they like themselves to be called, glued to their screens. An IP phone ring disturbs them for a moment like the dust particles as observed in "Brownian motion", and again they are back to work.

People here seem to believe that more than being busy the point is in making others feel that they are busy. Are we kidding anyone here? I am no one special. I follow the company rules contrict myself in a tie, wear the proper dress code and try a lot to sit glued to my chair, sometimes a thought just rushes my mind as to are we slaves to a set of rules which others call our values and culture. I think this shows the greatest nature of a human being.. adaptability. I respect this behavior in every breathing soul around me.

The people are happy, not that they are sad or worried about their plight. A closer look at every face,shows their eyes fret. It seems to have lost the life. I have not seen a single person look happy when he/she is alone. No one has the time to look out of where they sit and feel happy for the very silly truth that their lungs still hold air, and their heart pump blood. No one has to be blamed for this. When life is just lived to finish "tasks", no one can be happy that the task of life is still leading them on and on. It seems so silly when life is weighed in monetary terms.

I have tried to observe every human who share the cubicle with me. In none have I seen the life that thrives in them. This cubicle life would remain a mania and every maniac around living with a lot of inrospection that they forget to live and mere existing would be keepin them goin on, till one day the cubicle will no more need them and they will be out walkin the streets and then they may get a chance to turn their heads not to the beep of an access cards but to the chirp of a bird on atree top