What's up with cs10041? - in less than 800 words

There are two rules which I tried to follow when I wrote this:
1. No bad jokes. Whatever follows doesn't have much of my characteristic bad humour. In short, "No funny stuff", as one of those characters in a Wodehouse novel would have put it.
2. Try to make some sense. Yeah, simple and clear.
Some folks may find what follows to be an extremely cynical blabber. On the contrary, I think life is beautiful; but, in it's own way. I am very much aware that this will be classified as a high-end drivel, supposedly achievable only after a few shots of Tequila. Except for a few of the handful of people who will actually read it, all the rest will shrug it off since it might make very little sense to them. But, I don't seem to mind! Or, do I?

Some things are destined to happen just the way they eventually happen. No rationale, no reasoning. You just feel like doing some things at certain times. Like this. Honestly, I didn't pay much heed to Chid's accusation that I, who happenned to be the initiator of this thread about the 1 1/2 years of our life and all that jazz, was absconding after I initiated it. But now, I am back to write about it.
But there is a simple problem. I have nothing much to write. Except for a few theories I keep churning (quite spontaneously); like, how I keep rediscovering the beauty in eternal cynicism; how I still manage to be incorrigibly optimistic in "certain things" at the same time. This line of description will apply to every damn soul in this world, to various degrees. That's exactly the reason why it applies to me as well.
Last June, I joined the company in which I am working now. From then on, work here has been very satisfying; on the flip side, for so long that I gues the satisfactory angle doesn't exist any more. Chid complained about how "[n]obody in this professional world wants to help anyone else. Nobody wants to participate, nobody wants to learn and nobody even wants to talk with you" in the "professional" world. Also, Mithra replied back saying that it's not the case everywhere. In my case, my work atmosphere is very convenient. But, if I got Chid right, I guess he was pointing to the "professional" attitude of keeping one's interaction usually to work-related issues and not being one of those quintessential enthu-types. I somehow like this idea of professionalism and its deadpan way of viewing the company-related issues with a sense of cool detachment. You do your work; take the money home. I don't mean to say that all interactions need to be within the technical limits and suchlike; only that not having a great emotional rapport with your fellow employees is equally cool. So much for us becoming the "professionals".
If I decide to put a time-chart, like the other guys did, I will end up with a shortage of items to fill up the chart. I goto the office in the morning soon after I wake up. come back home. have dinner on the way. watch TV and after the roomies sleep off, settle for a movie. Apart from movies being a mainstay, I tried different things and got disillusioned with every goddamn thing. booze, blogs, and thinking on the lines of doing a post-graduation. But, as they say, a disillusionment is just another illusion!
Weekends are mostly spent on token visits to the Landmarks, Music Worlds, Crosswords etc., the major effort exerted in finding good hotels to do what is the noblest thing in life; to eat. Before we exhaust ourselves on our mini-vacation of 2 days, the big bad monday stares at us. And then the whole cycle repeats each time giving us a different notion of how similar the previous week was.

I was on a bus travelling from Chennai to Bangalore on 31st Dec. 2005, when the clock struck twelve and the new year dawned. In the middle of some timbuctoo-place in the National Highway 4, I saw a lone rocket flying up the sky celebrating the new year. At that moment, I felt that I was just like that rocket myself!
Long story short, I have reached a stage in which I am mostly objectiveless (for all practical purposes) and am not sure how far I can go on like this with a smile on my face intact. But, something (perhaps, my intuition) tells me that I can do exactly that from here to eternity... :)

hari.