High hopes
Arun is a twenty-two year old boy working in the silicon city
of India. He works in the city’s biggest man factory – the IT organization
spread over acres around the city’s outskirts. Every morning he obediently
boards the company bus and travels a gazillion years to reach office and submit
himself to endless rounds of writing stories in a strange scientific language.
Then he stands in the bus for almost two hours to reach his
company office on the outskirts of Bangalore, because he feels that he will
make an impact in the world by doing what he is doing. By writing some
technical manuals for some nameless and faceless client sitting across the
seven seas. He imagines himself changing the lives of millions through that
little code he has written. He imagines the impact and smiles to himself.
Today morning, he is very extra special. He has been given
some special work last week to write the code for a company which is into
making mobile phones, but which now wants to make products to help physically
disabled children. These will be some kind of devices to make hearing easier
for the hearing impaired, seeing easier for the sight impaired and movement
easier for the physically impaired. Finally the day that Arun was waiting for. This
was the kind of impact that he hoped to make all his life.
He visualized tonnes of children being given new meaning and
means to live their lives. He imagined them trying to fit perfectly into the
regular world and the tears of joy they would get after that. He felt that by
writing this code he was changing their destiny, and he could not wait to finish
this work. Then the benevolent client will make those much needed products and
impact millions by their benevolence. He knew that it was no easy for
capitalistic corporations to spend money on these activities so he proud of
this particular company. Now he could work for them for free if they wanted,
which was anyway almost the case since his salary was so low, but that was another
matter.
He didn’t even mind standing in the bus today. He felt
everything assumed a special meaning. Everything had purpose. He had left his
village for this one project. Now his parents will be finally proud of him. He couldn’t
wait to get to office. Soon the office was there. Arun rushed to disembark from
the bus. He went through the endless security checks and walked the long mile
to his building. By the time h reached he was already tired but he still didn’t
let that get to him.
He reached his desk and switched on his computer. He had
butterflies in his stomach and his fingers were itching to start the work. He opened
his emails. The first email was from the client to the entire team working on
this amazing philanthropic project:
“Hi everyone,Please note that we have decided to scrap this project immediately since this is not viable for our company financially. We have decided to make a bigger and thinner smart phone that these children can buy and play games on. They can even pay through EMI option.Thank you and please continue your work.”
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Comments
Purpose behind every action whether Monetary or Humanity makes us feeling happy even though it's a hard thing.
Well narrated