Hell O!! is there a vacancy up above there?

it is high time i stop playing the Joker at office & anywhere else... unless of course i can afford to be the Heath Ledger stuff! if only i had the will to injure & torment others as much as they prod & play with my emotions... hmm... All these days, i was just serving as the Idiot box for this entity called God... and now it looks like mortals too have joined the league! they switch me on whenever they need entertainment free of cost.

i hate going to office, doing utterly annoying & boring tasks in front of a bare insensitive computer, interacting with colleagues, attending conf calls, replying to pain-in-the-necks (managers in case u didnt comprehend), lunching with ppl-whom-you- wish-had-been-transported-to-Jupiter-ages-ago, giving those scary knowledge sharing/transfer sessions to new comers, fiddling about with source code that treats you as its worst enemy, taking tea/coffee/juice/bio breaks only to cool the fuzzy filament inside the skull, venting out frustration on innumerous Notepad files saved as drafts at every nook & corner of the PC, executing hideous scripts till the fall of the night, sending stupid status reports to managers all over the world and living a religiously robotic life from dawn to dusk... every dreadful day of existence....

i am sick & tired of writing blogs these days... the same morose meaningless stuff scrawled all along all the pages... boring melancholy pieces or incredibly idiotic so-called comical writings... all bundled in this bitter bloody blog! Heck!! i think i ought to recede & sleep inside this cocoon... not unleash attrocities on the readers.... hmmm... point noted!

i am unable to relate to feelings of joy, pain, excitement, anxiety or sorrow exhibited by fellow beings... i feel they too are objects frozen in the bonds of time, dolls with strings dangling down the cliff, specimens submerged in bottles of sweet poison, their brain bubbles bursting into acidic & alkaline reflections, marinated in a mindless elixir... swirling in streams of silent pathos...

love has lost its lustre, hope its honour, relationships their meaning... an unwanted unwarranted childhood, an agonizing adolescence, an insignificant miserable existence now, a bleak hopeless life ahead.... is this all i can ask for? nope. Fumes from the plains below... souls in the skies above... a journey of the lifeless... a journey of the invi(n)sible... infinitely converging into the single dot of infinity.... endlessly expanding to sublime forms encompassing this universe... integrating.. and disintegrating.... across the span of space....

Is there a vacancy up there?