This world we live in, presents itself as a complicated network of human emotions, principles, and mindlessly erected expectations that results from a boastful superego. Epiphany of some arrogant deities never go unseen to the onlookers. Sometimes I even think that if they're real people, or just a mental projection of their derailed and dark ego.
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Dominated Slaves Dominating
We often overlook the truth that we're being supervised by our own set of rules. Rules are built to satiate the need of an ordered and organised sane society. However, rules can just be as feeble and purposeless, some created in an instant while sipping coffee, and some to fill in the cavity of our own personal greed.
We're being controlled by someone above us, and unequivocally that's not just God but some of them who think they're the creator of heaven and earth, and all breathing and non-respiring objects around us. And, I witnessed yet another preternatural being, nocturnal in his nature and job role as I was. A blatantly uncivilized team-leader who managed a team of around forty employees in a call centre.
Despite of his job position in the company, he failed to understand that he is yet another employee who menially served the company. Just another slave ruled by another slave at a higher authority with some more allowed powers to blind him enough to think he is god.
We're being controlled by someone above us, and unequivocally that's not just God but some of them who think they're the creator of heaven and earth, and all breathing and non-respiring objects around us. And, I witnessed yet another preternatural being, nocturnal in his nature and job role as I was. A blatantly uncivilized team-leader who managed a team of around forty employees in a call centre.
Despite of his job position in the company, he failed to understand that he is yet another employee who menially served the company. Just another slave ruled by another slave at a higher authority with some more allowed powers to blind him enough to think he is god.
How Does It Feel To Be A Dominating Slave?
After six months of long wait, brooding over nonproductive eggs at home, a position as a Technical Support Executive in a small set-up attracted me. The pay was good and I dove right in. But, I wasn't sure of the hidden and small lettered clauses, "the catch," as the Americans call it.
At four in the morning, when the exaggerated toil was over, I waited in the back seat of our shared cab. Half an hour passed and we were still waiting for the godly supervisor to appear. Seemed that he was quite busy with meaningless post-shift meetings, which could have been taken care of before the shift ended.
The mighty wings flap and there he was, Zeus himself in mortal form. The employees in the cab shrunk in reverence and bowed to him. I refused to bow. The passenger seat was occupied with three employees and there was no space for more. The supervisor commanded to one of the peasants, "Get to the back seat, thou worthless creature." And, he obeyed as a obedient slave.
But, while the cab reached halfway, the peasant's consciousness needed answers. "I can understand the reason for the girl to sit in front, and the other guy who has severe migraine issues, but what is the problem with you that you make me sit at the back?" demanded the employee.
"You art new to the realm, and thou must know that I am thy god, the creator of heaven and earth. I am the author to all circumstances, and I am the air that sustains life. I don't beg respect, but demand it. I am your lord. Thou must bow down thy head so I can buckle my calceus. I might show thee some mercy with thy head under my foot. Thou must creep and crawl, and seek sanctuary in darkness while I wander near you. I AM THE SUPERVISOR." heavenly reverberating voice reveals the asininity.
At four in the morning, when the exaggerated toil was over, I waited in the back seat of our shared cab. Half an hour passed and we were still waiting for the godly supervisor to appear. Seemed that he was quite busy with meaningless post-shift meetings, which could have been taken care of before the shift ended.
The mighty wings flap and there he was, Zeus himself in mortal form. The employees in the cab shrunk in reverence and bowed to him. I refused to bow. The passenger seat was occupied with three employees and there was no space for more. The supervisor commanded to one of the peasants, "Get to the back seat, thou worthless creature." And, he obeyed as a obedient slave.
But, while the cab reached halfway, the peasant's consciousness needed answers. "I can understand the reason for the girl to sit in front, and the other guy who has severe migraine issues, but what is the problem with you that you make me sit at the back?" demanded the employee.
"You art new to the realm, and thou must know that I am thy god, the creator of heaven and earth. I am the author to all circumstances, and I am the air that sustains life. I don't beg respect, but demand it. I am your lord. Thou must bow down thy head so I can buckle my calceus. I might show thee some mercy with thy head under my foot. Thou must creep and crawl, and seek sanctuary in darkness while I wander near you. I AM THE SUPERVISOR." heavenly reverberating voice reveals the asininity.
He Still Rules, But Not Over Me
The stupid shmuck still rules over the stupid employees who bow down in submission. But, I couldn't make it another day in the company. His words made sure that the system was corrupt enough to make a curious employee's life, a living hell. A one filled with dread.
I am glad I never gave in to be ruled, but sometimes we must give in to survive.
“Power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind.” Ayn Rand
Copyright (c) 2014 Shine Jayakumar
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