During the first few years of his life Newton 2.0 felt bewildered, he found himself to be a mote in the vast expanse of the universe. His thirst of knowledge, and want to understand the universe was even more than before (he was 2.0 after all). His genius would have been recognized early in school were it not for the unfortunate but not entirely unusual circumstance he found himself in. His teachers thought him to be a miscreant because of his tendencies to solve their problems and questions for them instead of sitting quietly and copying down the steps involved memorizing them and repeating them in the exam. But that did not dispirit 2.0, after all he was an upgrade over the last Newton. He got into high school with a feeling of hope, that his genius would be recognized, but no luck there either. His subjects, were no longer interesting to him, mostly because he’d finished them all in fifth grade. He tried to pursue something higher and more interesting only to be rebuked by his coaching class teacher, who told him to stop being a smart ass, and be a normal ass like everybody else. The classes were becoming his bane. Why was he going there in the first place? Because everybody else was going there. How else can you get into an IIT. Only once did he try to ask his parents why it was necessary for him to get into IIT. They had looked at him as if he was deranged, as if he had just said, “Come Mom, Dad lets have anthrax for dinner!” They thought that it would not be becoming of their son to become a scientist or anything else for that matter. The neighbors’ sons were engineers from IIT, and they earned a lot, so who cares if they were a couple of losers who were totally unhappy with their lives.
He topped the IIT entrance exam, it was the happiest day in everybody’s life except his. In IIT he found engineering an interesting field. However his friends didn’t share the same , they told him that he was being an idiot for taking this so seriously. He felt aggrieved at this and a little confused. They told him there was no future in engineering. “But you make things in engineering, invent stuff that others can use.” He argued. “Why bother?” came the reply. “We don’t need new stuff, there’s no future there. You’ll probably invent something awesome only to see someone else take the credit for it. Then you’ll be left poor and miserable.” “But,” 2.0 argued again, ”what’s the point in living if you thought that way. According to you there’s nothing you can do to become happy.” “There’s one thing you can do,” was the reply, “a profession where all you need to do is talk and wear suits. Meet people and trick them into believing that you’re good.” “How do I do that?” asked 2.0
“Become a Manager!! “
Up in the heavens, in the offices of DMPH to be precise, no one knew why the screw up had happened, was it because they were busy organizing Jesus’ comeback or because they were busy designing their logo, we’ll never know.
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