The Curse of being on ‘Bench’

You belong to the big community of IT folks and you call yourself a Software Engineer. Though most of us know what we do, and what we did so far, or even what ever we aspire to do in the future cannot even come closer to the word ‘Engineering’ , we still prefer to call our self an Engineer. I think, I am a modern IT clerk who loves the engineering side of his big clerical side of work.That's the ‘You’ and ‘I’ about that.

And here goes the ‘Bench’ Part and the main part of this post.(‘growing roots part’)

(How bored a human being can get at. ??  (double question mark points to a massive blunder in chess.) (that's a bracket inside bracket thought: the ‘inception’ perspective))

‘Bench’ (you are a resource doing nothing or unbilled) changes everything. One fine day you realise you don't need to go to your work place, you got all the freedom in the world, and most importantly you are all yours for the whole day. The Possibilities are huge. Consider the following.Browse for an interesting movie with the cheapest ticket in your city from the ‘Now Running’ website and find another ‘doing nothing’ pal of yours to go with. Find out a musical concert (even if you don't  understand the very word ‘Music’) or the latest art exhibition in the town (who cares the ‘Art’ when the need of the day is to kill time) and hit them. Recollect all your plans related to your hobbies which you preferred to  bury with in the rustic walls of your collective unconscious. Say, you go and take chess coaching from some one who is ready to teach even a moron like you and prepare yourself for a rated tournament which is to be started in the coming month. Another idea is to start blogging for yourself and read it yourself when you have lot of time. Try moving around your home with a handy camera to capture those breath taking picturesque like the sewage line behind your kitchen or a crow sitting on the fence or a dusty train which goes on the track near your home. Just imagine, what an uproar you may create by uploading such magnificent visuals mixed with Beethoven or Bach into YouTube. Thus the possibilities of a bench day are amazingly rich and interesting.
Unfortunately, in most of the cases Reality doesn't get along very well with the pretty side of potentiality.  You being a bencher realize the next morning that, all the crows and fences, the train, the sewage, (Even if they are mixed with Beethoven, Mozart or Bach) , the art exhibitions(or the visuals of somebody’s well kept inhibitions), those cheaply bought tickets of some contemporary crap, cease to be appealing to you and you are deserted with all your insecurities and all your disturbing emptiness what those gurus call ‘nothingness’ and you observe deep mourning watching silently that all your hobbies and pastime fantasies dying so fast before your eyes.
Coming Soon: ‘Nothingness: Myth or a reality? The Bench Side:’