the dream job....

the other day i was orkutting a boarding school buddy across our ever shrinking planet (the wonders of orkut!) .. and he asked me "Is there any job in this world that would make you get out of bed every morning?" ... at first it seemed like one with an obvious anwser...hey.. of course there's some job that you'd love to do everyday.... What about a sports journo? "NO.. then people would criticize you for your comments and the fans would hate you.." ... I then started pondering about this... is there really a so called dream job? ... of course everyone has that "dream job" that they want.. for some its to be a design engineer in a monstrous company that makes the electronic world tick (literally!) .. for some its to be a journalist in a HUGE newspaper office... for yet others, its to be able to make and test computer games.... and for some it might be the simple satisfaction of curing someone of their illness.. (or is it so simple after all).. for some (like my illustrious mom) its to make sure the world learns how to dispose their filthy waste properly!.. the list is endless.. but once they start doing it day in and day out... isn't it human nature to get bored of something routine? and to do a job is to "routine-ize" (that's my own word.. bah.. what the hell!) it.. even if it was bungee jumping !!


as for me.. there are times when I just love making things work as an engineer... spending endless nights on details that no one other than a select clique of people would or care to know.. and sometimes I curse the living daylights for all the work that I've been given by the sadistic profs at... (ahem.. u know where).. one sec.. if I really liked all that geeky stuff.. why am now cursing it... a website recently told me in very confident tones that I am destined to be an adventurer.... what!!!!!!! me? adventurer?! whatever.. me .. i seem all set to spend my days in a lab drawing lines on a computer and watching yet more lines go up and down on a screen... yikes!!!! well.. on second thoughts I do like travelling and seeing new places.... beleive it or not.. I walked all around NY city on my own in december (yes.. it was freezing).. i even sat on the open top of the tour bus just cos I felt I couldn't get a feel for the city if I remained closed inside the bus.. of course how I bolted from the bus to save myself from becoming an icicle is a different story... but hey.. I even visited the museums on my own.. not cos I am interested in art and paintings.. I want to know what its about!..
Now suppose I did become "columbus reincarnated" ... which basically means I make this my living.. would I really look forward to waking up everyday thinking of the next new place I was going to visit... how to get through all the security checks at the airport and catch my flight on time.... oh god.. those horrid airport security checks.. and that useless credit card company.. they blocked my card.. groan.. how will I manage?
Get my point? or am I wrong??

the title....

oh by the way... the title of this blog is a tribute to the nickname my pals gave me at college... :)