The cactus on the digital window sill

Josh was telling me how people now seem to live their lives in display windows.

I wonder why people still feel and react to governments spying on people. The compulsion to declare more about even the inner recesses of our beings seems almost overwhelming. Facebook and Orkut statuses, picture stories, wall posts, and scraps. Laid out like lurid dirty linen of our individual participation in the digital reality show.

I blog and twitter. Facebook statuses showed 'single' even before anyone could ask when Akhilesh and Puja 'split'. Piyu had a kid. So did Agnes. Picture stories on Facebook shared the joy. Smriti poured out her heart and life story of loves, men, and cities. On Joe Pinto's blog. I traced Esha trawling through LlinkedIn and a few more social network sites.

I wonder why we still feel edgy about privacy when we are ready to broadcast anyways.

Of frequent adieus...

They say it is a recession. Every time someone goes away from the office and sends out a bye-bye mail I feel a little tingle. The layoffs were a jolt. It feels weird when you are expecting to speak to someone for lunch and realize that you won't see him the next day.

It's only fair for the business. It doesn't feel so good somewhere near the soul though.

The silent whip has left a welt on the backs of the collective minds. My mind at least. I see people crowding more urgently near their PCs. Scurrying harder around the floor. Working more for less to be spared of the scythe.

A vacation does not seem so settling anymore. The glint in the eyes of the project managers are fiercer. The uncertainty is hanging like a shroud and stifling the sheer joy of working. All 'large' process driven organizations seem to work like this. I still don't see how many people really love their work anymore.