THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Thursday, December 06, 2007

So, what do i do?
By profession, i happen to be a fly swatter ... err... bug killer ... err... debugger a.k.a algorithm engineer.
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So, what does my All-Mumbaikar team do?
Apart from transforming my algorithm to code - under the spell of spiritual and/or celestial influences - they infallibly introduce a 'gochi', do some 'locha', and cry 'jhol'.
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Now, I'm tempted to call this professional symbiosis but it's more like parasitism. It's quite bugging and debugging, for real.

7 comments:

second_wind said...
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second_wind said...

you brought a smile to my face :D

Trevor Penn said...

@ second_wind
no jhol there... :-P

i 7 said...

whens Uncle Sam callin u back?

Trevor Penn said...

@ i7
I'm not sure he wants me there for Christmas... *sigh*

i 7 said...

a big ':S'

hw abt aftr christmas when the season of spring beckons all romantics or the time of summer when all romantics sweat or the term of fall when ppl 'fall' for sum1?

Trevor Penn said...

OK, le'me put it this way.

I left uncle sam under the influence of butterfly effect. mea culpa.

How do i save face and yet get back to him, I do not know. :(