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

Saturday, December 29, 2007

So...

I was digging us a trench.
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You thought it to be a grave.
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I had to bury you.
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, indeed.
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(The) rest (is) in peace now.

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.