Life of a Reporter-A very short story

RCK, reporter sat on his chair morosely looking at the press notes in front of him..."This is my life" he thought. A life time of serving a very self-contained unprofessional organisation had left him no illusions of glory. "Twenty years....twenty years I have spent here...and what have a gained...a head full of grey hair?" He mused again.This has become a routine with him. Looking back, mulling over the "road not taken". He should have left when he had the urge to and not looked back.

But life had its own agenda...marriage...children...RESPONSIBILITY...That seem to explain the grey hairs. So what now? SO WHAT NOW????? His mind seem to be screaming at him. He looked out of the window...it was late night ..weekend was coming up. "It’s a lovely night" he thought and suddenly everything was clear...like a flash of lightening. He was whistling when he left the office that night, the security guard remembered. That was last any body heard of RCK, Reporter.

A little bit of Introspection?

I wonder why I am doing it? I mean writing this nonsense. Must be a character flaw. Or perhaps signs on senility. Who knows what motivates a person to a certain action. Why do I do what I do?

Not even the usual chores are so usual. We are not born with the knowledge of brushing our teeth, combing our hair and going to corporate offices and drawing salary. Then what are we born with?..a fresh outlook? There is a theory that from birth onwards, before the worldly activities cloud the young mind, a child retains glimpses of the mystery that is life and death. It is almost a heart breaking irony that we spend lifetimes trying to find the knowledge that perhaps we were born with. And lost in the search for it.

But why? why the search?A need to justify our existence?A vogue?........"let's find nirvana man!!"A need to feel superior, achieve the unachievable? Or perhaps some of us feel, there is more to life then just breathing. But then again breathing is not a simple task anymore either. "Draw in the air around you know is polluted from the emission of the million ill-kept vehicles and let out an equally polluted whiff of carbon dioxide into the world". Amazing what an single action can construe.

Okay let’s get back to the initial agenda....why am I writing this.
Because I have nothing else to do. Well not true. More like I have nothing else that I think is worth doing at this time. Conceited thought? Well of course. What else can be expected from a self-professed writer?Recently a friend brought the world of "blog" into my periphery. Which followed a few hours of joyful research on the net on my part. And the end result is THIS!!!