Art Creative was a typical office. Several cubicles separated people from each other. The walls were plain white. One could hear no sound in there except when colleagues had to ask each other about work or the sound of the keyboard as copy writers slogged to get ideas on the computer.
Unfortunately for Alie and Michael, it was hard for them to adjust in such a suffocating culture. Recently joined, Alie used to get into fights with her boss, while Michael just didn’t talk to anyone much except Alie.
On an early Saturday evening, both found themselves in a restaurant closest to their work place. Over some snacks and drinks, both started pouring their hearts out.
“I left my engineering job to pursue media, Alie, and the entire day over here is all about dampening your creativity.”
“You are telling me about it? For as long as I can remember I have only dreamed about painting and drawing cartoons.”
“What are we doing here Alie? Why are we stuck here?”
“Money baby, money. Plus we were fools who got taken in by the company’s name.”
“I am fed up. My frustrations are so bottled up that I am scared they might bring a storm with them, when I blast.”
“At least you will only blast. I am pretty sure one of these days my boss is going to throw me out. Bloody asshole!”
“Calm down baby, calm down. Let’s leave all this and start our own business.”
“Shut up.”
“Alie, it’s my dream to work for myself. You can draw and paint and I can write. I know a friend who can help with the marketing.”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely! We can call it A & M Design Studio.”
“How about calling it M A instead?”
“You still think I am joking.”
“No, I like ‘MA’ name better, if you get my drift.
“Now you are just being silly.”
“Fine, I will tell you in all my seriousness. If I stay any longer in this den, I will go crazy. There are animals over here who cannot bear to see my creativity and want to run me dry. They nag at me and that suspends my confidence. I am fighting everyday but I don’t know how long I will last. And this is not the case with just this place. It’s the same story every other place – they kill the creativity of the artist and try to mould you to fit into a boring black box.”
~ A Story By Fizaah Faiyaz, © 2015
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