We are all searching.
I am a part of a tribe.
In this post MBA-catalytic world, where the reality has finally smacked all of us in our faces and shown us how empty we actually are, my tribe flourishes.
We wear expensive clothes because we can afford it. We drink at pricey pubs and long for the days when all we could afford was old monk with a twist of lime. We brunch and reminisce about the tapri wali chai. We take cabs from Andheri to Chembur because comfort is important and in that hellhole of a ride, we make power-fucking-point presentations. We live in dreams and the reality keeps killing us. We all think we are special.
Even our dreams are the same. We long to quit our jobs and pick up a backpack and travel across the world. Find answers to the emptiness inside. Yawn.
All conversations are the same.
'Bro, how is your job?'
'It's shit dude, what about yours?'
'It sucks.'
'Yeah, tell me about it.'
Why is everything so meaningless? So repetitive? If real life is actually like this, what kool-aid were we drinking that we thought otherwise? In the exchange of this conversation, my tribe flourishes.
What did we miss so much that we all started searching?
In this post MBA-catalytic world, where the reality has finally smacked all of us in our faces and shown us how empty we actually are, my tribe flourishes.
We wear expensive clothes because we can afford it. We drink at pricey pubs and long for the days when all we could afford was old monk with a twist of lime. We brunch and reminisce about the tapri wali chai. We take cabs from Andheri to Chembur because comfort is important and in that hellhole of a ride, we make power-fucking-point presentations. We live in dreams and the reality keeps killing us. We all think we are special.
Even our dreams are the same. We long to quit our jobs and pick up a backpack and travel across the world. Find answers to the emptiness inside. Yawn.
All conversations are the same.
'Bro, how is your job?'
'It's shit dude, what about yours?'
'It sucks.'
'Yeah, tell me about it.'
Why is everything so meaningless? So repetitive? If real life is actually like this, what kool-aid were we drinking that we thought otherwise? In the exchange of this conversation, my tribe flourishes.
What did we miss so much that we all started searching?
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