Three friends sitting on a beer table. Wanted to narrate the conversation which often goes in vain :D
Farell, James & Loverboy decided to have beer one fine day. They are good old underwear friends. They played, roamed, grown old together. Time passed by and all of them got involved in work and professional life. The only day they used to be together is everyday, they live in the same flat. One fine Saturday they all decided to have beer together which they didn't had since last 24 hours. Farell is working on some bullshit technology, James on some more bullshit technology and Loverboy is working on P3/Z/Blade/AIX/Apache/iSeries/A-Z series/SQL/NoSQL/Xcode/Microstrategy/Cognos as what he has mentioned in his resume.
After having a bunch of beer normal conversation turns to paranormal.
James - Farell, you are looking nervous and sad ? Whats the issue. You have not even paid the rent ? How many times should I need to follow up with you ? And why are you putting so much ice in beer. Please change that f****g TV channel. Tune into some VH1 bands, Loverboy !!!
Farell - I got Pointer not set for location referenced error at the 11th hour when I was about to deploy my project. I worked so hard. I have put in my all efforts but this error I could not sort out coz someone has recompiled the objects without intimating me and I doubt if she is my ex girlfriend.
James - Loverboy, will you please change that f****g channel. I am sick of the music you are trying us to listen to. And Farell, why the hell you are not enjoying the beer ? Why are you so sad ? You have not paid the rent I am telling you the last time. My pockets are already broken paying the rent.
Farell - Oh, I got the point. Last night I was at her flat. May be when I was asleep she has taken my credentials and has login thru VPN to access the client network. She ditched me. I will trace the log she might have left behind. I will see for the /users/etc/tmp/var/folders I've created a log file there which traces all the users command. I will ditch her now for sure.
James - Loverboy, don't be so hard and fast you flasher. I've bought this beer crate and you can't consume half of it alone. Farell, when are you going to pay the rent. I couldn't hear you.
Loverboy - I Love Her !!!
Farell - But how did she know the primary password which is required to login to the client network. I have not saved it anywhere, its in my mind. How did she read my mind. May be she has put microECoGs in my head. I will sue her now. How can she use such electrodes on me ?
Loverboy - I Love Her !!!
Farell - Here goes the trace log. :D
http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/9900/47961045.png
Holy Shit !!! What I've done !!!
Loverboy - I Love Her !!!
James - Farell, will you please turn off your Macbook and join the party. We decided not to intervene in our official stuff at least while having beer. What do you say Loverboy ?
Loverboy - I Love Her !!!
Farell - Yes, lets enjoy the party (Anyways I am going to get f***d tomorrow :( )
James - Farell, how about the rent then ?
Farell - James, you know you are a filthy, nomad, morbid faggot. I wish if you were my manager :( Loverboy, don't you think the same about James. Every time he spoils our party by introducing his money budgets in between.
Loverboy - First I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. But I spent so many nights thinking now you did me wrong, I grew strong. I learned how to carry on and so you're back from outer space. I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed my stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key. If I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me.
James, Farell - F***k that shit !!!
James - I am going to sleep now. I am not feeling well. May be you guys like to finish it off early and clean the table and put the beer bottles back in crate. I will sell it tomorrow and with that money will plan our budget for tomorrow's beer. You must sleep guys it's already 1:50 AM
Farell - Loverboy, I am sleeping too. I already had vomit twice now not feeling well. Please clean the surface and also end my Job on my Mac before 2:00 AM. Bye. Good Night !!!
Loverboy - I Love Her !!!
Pid Tid Type Time Stamp Message
5009 4373 JOB 11/Nov/2011 02:00:00 AM Job_Update_All_Files_Project started.
The Four Horsemen Baby !!! :D
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Congestion of Thoughts !!!
Each time I see a college student walking on road grabbing a Computer Science book in hand, reminds me of MIT.
Each time I see a music lover headbanging on a bike on road way reminds me of Metallica concert.
Each time I see a conglomeration of members reminds me of my family which is spread in 5 directions.
Each time I see a gal wearing apron and a spectacle reminds me of ..... my backache treatment !!!
Sitting at the last corner of the bus passing through the graveyard and having an ascent of 'The Ecstasy of Gold' certainly had this thought come in my mind "Everything that has a beginning, has an end". The sheer number of experiences we all have is uncountable, breathtaking. The infinite possibilities each day holds us should stagger the mind. I jot some of my experiences. MIT, PyCon, Metallica Live, Relation all standstill, with slight repercussion. Living trapped in loops, seeing each day and responding the same way, thinking on same thoughts, a slight variation on the last.
Few miles crossed and comes to rehabilitation centre for Paraplegic. People much alive to see the pain of theirs. Touched and supported by the hands of indirect God. I daily think, have the same thoughts and respond to the condition in the same way "May God bless them". Adding few more miles, children playing in the water nearby sewage pipe. Lost somewhere in their own thoughts and an SUV blows 110dB horn at them. Slow down let them enjoy you educated fool. You've got a big chunk of space to get your SUV through, rather than adultering sewage water with your clean tubeless tyres and that fag of a cig. Thinking the same way and with slight variation I respond "May God bless them".
Waiting for the signal to go green, watching outside for the spectacular girl waiting on the same signal with her fiance. Thought the same way if she could have at least understood it would have been unimaginably infinitesimal fraction of my feelings. Nevertheless, I think the same way with slight variation "May God bless them". A family of mendicants on the road some with downblouse, torn clothes, having an insight if someone could get them along. A coin or a Re. for that matter makes many wicked, heinous men to have the shameful glimpse of the Indian poverty on road. I react the same way "May God bless them".
Packing the laptop and other office stuff and rushing to catch the morning flight to reach home at the earliest to attend a long waited Diwali. Trying to start the bike and after 100 bike strokes and failing the security person comes and asks "Shall I help you start the bike ?" I said "I will handle it, may be the bike is dry, I will get to the nearest petrol pump". Giggling at me "Its 10 PM now and you would hardly get any petrol pump in this area, I will ask my brother who stays some miles from here will get some petrol for your bike". Struggling on my words scattered "Oh, that would be of great help". Meanwhile we had some conversation, I asked "You aren't goin home, its Diwali time". He simply explained, "Sir, we don't have any holidays, even if its Diwali. Even if I have to take the leave I will have to lose 150 Rs just to go on an occasion when my Son passed away few days ago". Rationalizing things in mind "Man, how much I spend for one day. And things go worsen when I decide to sit in a bar" Fueling bike after getting the petrol "Hey please keep this amount for petrol". They both in chorus "Its a Diwali gift from us to you". I am finding short of words to explain this. These are the Men of Honor. "May God bless them"
Envisioning and forgetting, I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. It doesn't involve tempering life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. Saw somewhere, there is no fate but what we make of ourselves. Hey I got all my life to live, I got all my love to give, I will survive, I will survive.. hey hey hey !!!
Really congested :P
Each time I see a music lover headbanging on a bike on road way reminds me of Metallica concert.
Each time I see a conglomeration of members reminds me of my family which is spread in 5 directions.
Each time I see a gal wearing apron and a spectacle reminds me of ..... my backache treatment !!!
Sitting at the last corner of the bus passing through the graveyard and having an ascent of 'The Ecstasy of Gold' certainly had this thought come in my mind "Everything that has a beginning, has an end". The sheer number of experiences we all have is uncountable, breathtaking. The infinite possibilities each day holds us should stagger the mind. I jot some of my experiences. MIT, PyCon, Metallica Live, Relation all standstill, with slight repercussion. Living trapped in loops, seeing each day and responding the same way, thinking on same thoughts, a slight variation on the last.
Few miles crossed and comes to rehabilitation centre for Paraplegic. People much alive to see the pain of theirs. Touched and supported by the hands of indirect God. I daily think, have the same thoughts and respond to the condition in the same way "May God bless them". Adding few more miles, children playing in the water nearby sewage pipe. Lost somewhere in their own thoughts and an SUV blows 110dB horn at them. Slow down let them enjoy you educated fool. You've got a big chunk of space to get your SUV through, rather than adultering sewage water with your clean tubeless tyres and that fag of a cig. Thinking the same way and with slight variation I respond "May God bless them".
Waiting for the signal to go green, watching outside for the spectacular girl waiting on the same signal with her fiance. Thought the same way if she could have at least understood it would have been unimaginably infinitesimal fraction of my feelings. Nevertheless, I think the same way with slight variation "May God bless them". A family of mendicants on the road some with downblouse, torn clothes, having an insight if someone could get them along. A coin or a Re. for that matter makes many wicked, heinous men to have the shameful glimpse of the Indian poverty on road. I react the same way "May God bless them".
Packing the laptop and other office stuff and rushing to catch the morning flight to reach home at the earliest to attend a long waited Diwali. Trying to start the bike and after 100 bike strokes and failing the security person comes and asks "Shall I help you start the bike ?" I said "I will handle it, may be the bike is dry, I will get to the nearest petrol pump". Giggling at me "Its 10 PM now and you would hardly get any petrol pump in this area, I will ask my brother who stays some miles from here will get some petrol for your bike". Struggling on my words scattered "Oh, that would be of great help". Meanwhile we had some conversation, I asked "You aren't goin home, its Diwali time". He simply explained, "Sir, we don't have any holidays, even if its Diwali. Even if I have to take the leave I will have to lose 150 Rs just to go on an occasion when my Son passed away few days ago". Rationalizing things in mind "Man, how much I spend for one day. And things go worsen when I decide to sit in a bar" Fueling bike after getting the petrol "Hey please keep this amount for petrol". They both in chorus "Its a Diwali gift from us to you". I am finding short of words to explain this. These are the Men of Honor. "May God bless them"
Envisioning and forgetting, I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. It doesn't involve tempering life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. Saw somewhere, there is no fate but what we make of ourselves. Hey I got all my life to live, I got all my love to give, I will survive, I will survive.. hey hey hey !!!
Really congested :P
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