Posted: August 18, 2010 in So called Poetry, Thoughts

Just found this mail from Manish (a fellow new joinee at Microsoft) in my mail box this morning.  For an instant thought of it as another one of those “mock engineers” posts, but this one was a bit different (don’t know about others but at least i found it that way)… Sharing it here:

I start my day by sitting on a chair,
giving my monitor a hard,cold stare,
by evening I’m done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.

Like all, I entered this field with great hope,
jobs were many and there was plenty of scope,
dreams of joining the likes of Gates,
and a chance to make money in the states.

Thus, I entered the world of bytes,
only to realise that reality bites,
coz a programmer’s life, isn’t all that cozy,
the bed of software, isn’t all that rosy.

Seeing the monitor all day n night,
have taken the power of my eyesight,
late to bed n late to rise,
has made me wealthy,
but not healthy n wise.

Working holidays, busy weekends,
no time for family, no time for friends,
my job steals most of my time,
helplessly, I watch this crime.

Just for few bits of money,
I forego those moments with my honey,
when I should be out – having fun,
I’m telling a comp, what’s to be done.

I hate u, yet I cant get away, coz,
I need the money u pay, god,
to thee I pray,
if there be one – show me the way.

P.S. All the credit goes to the original writer… (don’t want anyone poking me with copyright issues… alrerady have enough of code haunting me, depriving me of my sleep.)

  1. Spectator says:

    I guess it's the same with every job.

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