Professionalism, a monster that eats all the emotions of the mankind. You don’t realize when the virus comes into your veins and to what extent it captures your brain. One fine day when you find yourself standing in front of a mirror you do appear what you are but not what you were. Today the way you articulate, the way you walk, the way you carry yourself everything counts , which hardly had any materialistic importance earlier for you. Your loquacity has been cut down by your e-mails, which are well catered in a precise and lucid manner.Whatever you write is taken into account. There is something that makes you endurable against the cacophony of your boss, had it been earlier with someone you would have given right on his face. Though your tolerance threshold has increased but the frustration lies and it is either impelled on some innocent fellow or shoved off on a stress buster at your desk. Leaves are taken with a great planning which was never required before bunking lectures. Today Time is money and you are too poor to afford it for others.
Darwin’s theory applies everywhere and has become a memento for you now. You get a group of colleagues but not friends like before, with whom you used to share your problems, and if you find someone then the geographies are changed as soon as you become good friends . Thanks to the almighty who invented Cell Phones and Internet which makes it feel your dear ones virtually real to you.
. No matter how reluctant you are for the changes to take place you adapt it happily and innocently as the grounds are different now.The time has changed and so are you. It is positive till you are successful in keeping your personal and professional lives apart, if you fail you are dead actually.
That’s all what you’ve gained during your journey from a small class room to The Large Office.










