F***upation

F***upation – The Constipation of Education

When inspiration meets with education, it’s occupation. But as and when u move ahead, you tend to get constipations, and that’s when the same job turns into a Fockupation. No need to tell, what’s the real meaning of this indigenous term. It’s part of everyone’s life, the part of being a worker (or more precisely put a labour).

But when does this simple sweet occupation turns into a gun battle of madness, and falsification. Well, as soon as you find engulfed in a War of Pride and Prejudice between the so called “Mantri’s”. To add to this tadka, you find a lot many “Sarpanch’s” mingling their way inside. Ooooh, it pains to be part of it, but someday, somehow that’s the reality of being in the Corporate – Welcome to the “IT-Jungle”. To me, it’s no more than a tug-of-war, where you are just a rope, being crushed, ripped, pulled, and teared apart, until one of the parties WIN (which hardly ever happens, as long as you are part of this temptation).

Looks like, it’s no worse than politics. It’s just similar in ways, while you are just a common “Educated” foolish man. Your inspiration for work, has been lost in figuring out the good “Managers”. It’s so lame to fall prey to this fame, the fame to be “ONE” of em. Struggle you do, Struggle you will, but at the end, when you are old, or bruised, or wanna shift sides, you are brought into this LAST duel of motivation (f***, now what’s that, another game-plan). If you can survive the wrath, you did be let free, but that depends on the CONTRACT that was signed. Yes, every TUG has a duration, before it can be released (or relieved).

At times, you loose and fall prey to the “Mantris” giving you solemn and kindness as never before. It’s the art of delusion. But then, the one’s I have met, were just BIG fools to understand that ART too. Ohh yea, they know it, but are too self realistic and jarheads to understand it. You need that voice, that control, that attitude – which of course these one’s lack. To me, they are just another f***ing d***heads, shoving their old asses around, making piggy faces, begging for one more chance – WTF, chance….you better NOT, as we have seen you again and again. You can mend some people, but you cannot mend some ASSES just out of their WAY.

These asses i talk of, are born to LIVE like ONE and DIE like ANOTHER ONE – They make the so called dearly lively anticipated Occupation a Fockupation . And that my friend, is the REAL and REEL life we live in. And this life i talk of, is the life os Samosa (friendly name to our big found FOCKUPATION).

Churns: That’s a true saga, foretold to me by many, conversed by a lots, and finally pranked by me. If at all, the constitution above can understand the constipation they have, this “inspiration” will never die, and live to serve them ever with more “perspiration” and “anticipation”. But then, IF and BUTS are part of life, so you have to MOVE ahead, forgetting all these “fortification”, and starting anew with some more “predication” of thoughts and hope.

Fact File: It’s the current state of our Occupation, surrounded with “Mantris”, “Santris” and “Sarpanch”…..all want to take the big seat….while there is no care for the “pageants” who are sacrificed just like “Gajar and Muli”

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