Last night I was going through a story by Paulo Coelho about a man named Manuel. The name was chosen to reflect the thousands of millions of people like Manuel who remain busy, go to office, don’t reflect on their life and don’t have dreams. They live their life like a machine operating a specific task up to their useful life. And die. Just like that. It is said, among many functions, dreams act as a tool to express frustrations. I slept as soon as I read the story about Manuel. The dreams were not good. Sometimes I cried and sometimes I tried to run but some invisible force always pulled me back. I could reach no where. Currently, I am working with a prestigious multi national company whose Head Office is located in Dubai and she has her branches all over Asia. I tried and dig in the history of this organization and found that none of the employees are ever promoted to any place outside Nepal. And the turnover of here is rapid. People always keep changing. This is not adding any
Everyone has a side that is not prominent, but is strong. Here are my thoughts about everything that I see and feel, which others don't expect to be existing in me.