A white eclipse screen I stare at all day long
Eyes fixed and mouth devoid of any song
My fingers keep typing int long and double
And I must do this all day to avoid any trouble
My manager walks about and peeps right in
It is a regular check to check me from sin
No surfing, mailing, googling or blogging
And never never should my cell phone ever ring
My extension can sound when it pleases though
So that my progress my PL can know
This is reviewed in meetings aplenty
Amidst lots of yak and lots more coffee
At the crack of dawn, about 9ish or so
Into my office I put in a show
I stay put in cube, my haven and home
I have no time to dither and roam
I have to code to write, that must compile and build
And all those time sheet things to be filled
My goals are set, straight and forward
No choice or time to be anything but a nerd
"Then why do you do this" you may rightly say
Oh I guess I haven't told you about my pay
It comes every month and tis quite fat
For all my complaints, I have uses for that!
:-)
12 comments:
hiii...tats a g8 poem...wat apity ur life is so rough(xcept 4 tat pay u get)..oops..i better stop this....coz after a yr i think tats wat ill be doing too...mabbe i shud borrow tat poem of urs after a yr...;);)
I suppose the case is the same with most s/w people. The salary is what keeps them going.
Nice poem...last two lines take the cake.
Nice one.
@harini - Tera number bhi ayega! :-)
@vmax - This poem is a result of polambals of many s/w ppl (including me) ! :-) Thanks. :-)
@karthik - Thank you. :-)
our life in a nutshel!nice kavidai:-)
@sandeep - Many thanks kind Sir! :-)
simply superb di ..
u could name it - " A software engineer's life "
as u say - all of us do bear all these pulambals - just for the pay and of course the " HIKE " !!!! ;-)
honour is mine madam:-)!
@subs - Thank you! :-)
@kaarthik - Either you love your job or you love the money - if one of these happens one shouldn't polambify. The thing I notice with s/w ppl is that they polambify a lot despite the fact they are paid very well compared to other industries.
And love for the job can happen at any level - from the lowly peon to the rocket scientist.
I dunno if I have dealt with your question right, but just my 2 cents.
Nice poem, Nicely put.
It's the same situation everywhere!! Cooool.
:-))
@jinguchakka - Thanks :-) I guess we all are mattais oorifying in the same kuttai. :-)
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