Feb 13th was my birthday!!!
Ah, a time to celebrate...For, Feb 13th 2009 is an epoch...A commemoration of the day of birth of the great mind that I am?
Nah, that's trivial..I'm not one for too much symbolisms in my life...
Well, February 13 2009 was significant to the whole world. On that day, the epoch unix time registered 1234567890, which is a prety big deal, if you are interested in mathematical and computer symbolisms and all such hocus-pocus.. :-)
It's pretty cool all the same and I feel good that it was made such a huge deal in so many places. There was a lot of fanfare, parties,stupid dancing and folks getting drunk all around the world, which is basically how any birthday party should be, in my opinion...So, my blessings and thanks to UNIX for doing my job!
To check out the current Epoch time, here's a simple but cool site -> http://coolepochcountdown.com/
In the words of site creator Chris Rowe, the site thankfully does more than some other irreverantly popular sites like -> http://hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com/
Cheerio!
PS - In case you are wondering what the Epoch Time/Unix time is, wiki is always there to quench your thirst -> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unix_time
Saturday, February 28
Friday, February 13
My tryst with desktop
It gives me great pleasure to say that I've been in the muck.
And believe me when I say this, it is a pile of muck - the applications and the facilities that you and I take for granted. Underneath the glam and the fanfare of the user interface, it is just an intricate and festering aggregation of despair over bad relationships or the frustration over shattered dreams. We software engineers like to call this 'C.O.D.E', and right about now, the world runs on it. Lest I forget, we disguise our inadequacies by giving it a fancy name called 'B.U.G'.
Well, a bug isn't that fancy a name too. Nope, not at all. Let me go etymological for just a minute.
Do you know what this is? This is just one of the first moths that got stuck between the relays of the Harward Mark II in 1945, and naturally, crashed the legacy system. This 'bug' menace was so terrible at times, that they employed a full time bug find-fixer to keep the computer up and running. The birth of a software engineer. We've come a long way since, haven't we? Nowadays, bugs don't discolour relays, they cost you millions of dollars in lawsuits...
Anyhoo, I have been noticing over the days that computer programming still commands a certain amount of romanticising in people's heads. When I say 'programmer', the first thought that comes to your head is the skinny, nerdy, rim spectacled, T-shirt sporting kid who is called in times of national emergencies like when an evil organization has taken over the entire defense network. That's when our nero (nerd hero, in short) white-hacks into governement defense database, forces entry into the crime lord's virtual lair by breaking an RSA encryption algorithm(only on his third attempt, mind you), all the while ridiculing the balding governmental servants on their lack of techie know-how and playing Gears of War with his right hand on his PSP at the same time.
Now, substitute this image with an ordinary Joe, just like you, except this time, with a paunch, a short sight, a bandaged wrist due to RSI, IQ probably less than yours, an aspiring manager who chaffs under managerial pressures, a lazy shirker with a 'devil-may-care-coz-I'm-leaving-this-job-anyway-lolz' attitude.
So, the next time you go to an ATM to withdraw money, and hard cash is not so forthcoming, don't blame the system. Don't blame technology. The machine is fine. It thinks faster than you need it to. It don't make mistakes. It's the 'Viveks' behind the machine, who have performed an erroneous 'defensive bug fix' for another excuse for a program logic made by another incompetent 'Vivek'.
Mind you, we are not so callous about other things, like say, planning our vacations. No Sir! It's just that we don't really worry if our buggy health insurance software results in someone's death due to lack of treatment halfway around the world all because this someone's record got accidentally terminated in the database. Welcome to the Brave New Dehumanized World.
Now, since I know how the process works, I'm a little more forgiving to mistakes. So, I wait patiently in the supermarket billing line as the billing computer 'hangs' while processing a 15 item inventory. But I do attach a certain value to some positions and places. I am not a Mac fanatic. I am not a penguin supporting Linux groupie. I'm a fan of the erstwhile richest man in the world Bill Gates and I tend to think that a job at Microsoft is a coveted post and you better hang on to it, missy!
So, the other day, I switched on my computer and I was greeted by the following screen.
I had seen these funny error messages in email forwards and guffawed while mentally thanking those jobless, creative geeks who came up with such incredibly stupid error screen popups out of the blue. After a good 10 seconds of staring at the screen while reading the forward, I used to get to back to my work of staring at the screen, but this time with a more weary demeanour. Never in my life could I have thought that I would get to see a message like this in earnest from my own computer! Those geeks weren't creative at all, they had just been silent sufferers!
I could see the chain of events in my head as the code that had caused this screen was being assembled. One man's program results in the last step throwing the error 'No Keyboard present'. Another guy's program throws a friendly suggestion 'Press F1 to continue'. A third smartass at Microsoft combines these two codes and presents it to Uncle Bill as a finished product worth thousands of Rupees. So, my whole writeup is a culmination of the deliberations of these Three Wise Men.
I kept looking at the monitor and almost felt like it was daring me. My computer was telling me, "Look, I'm telling you the keyboard ain't present. I don't lie. I'm a fucking machine. But hey, if you think you're better than me, then by all means, go ahead and press that F1 button. See what happens. Sate your curiosity. Just try. Yup. Go ahead. Uh. Ah. Uh. Oh, dear metal gods! (The line between a headbanging Slayer fan and your console are thinner than you imagine...). I was wrong all this time! The keyboard was present, you sneaky you! There. You did it. You overcame your worst fear. You are better than a computer. I am just a machine. I am your tool. I drudge for you alone. My (literally) undying service to you, supreme master. Eat shit."
Yes. The computer said 'Welcome' to me once I pressed F1. I checked my mail and slept like a baby that night.
Oh, by the way, just to prove that the world is full of retards, here's something for you to ponder over.
And believe me when I say this, it is a pile of muck - the applications and the facilities that you and I take for granted. Underneath the glam and the fanfare of the user interface, it is just an intricate and festering aggregation of despair over bad relationships or the frustration over shattered dreams. We software engineers like to call this 'C.O.D.E', and right about now, the world runs on it. Lest I forget, we disguise our inadequacies by giving it a fancy name called 'B.U.G'.
Well, a bug isn't that fancy a name too. Nope, not at all. Let me go etymological for just a minute.
Do you know what this is? This is just one of the first moths that got stuck between the relays of the Harward Mark II in 1945, and naturally, crashed the legacy system. This 'bug' menace was so terrible at times, that they employed a full time bug find-fixer to keep the computer up and running. The birth of a software engineer. We've come a long way since, haven't we? Nowadays, bugs don't discolour relays, they cost you millions of dollars in lawsuits...
Anyhoo, I have been noticing over the days that computer programming still commands a certain amount of romanticising in people's heads. When I say 'programmer', the first thought that comes to your head is the skinny, nerdy, rim spectacled, T-shirt sporting kid who is called in times of national emergencies like when an evil organization has taken over the entire defense network. That's when our nero (nerd hero, in short) white-hacks into governement defense database, forces entry into the crime lord's virtual lair by breaking an RSA encryption algorithm(only on his third attempt, mind you), all the while ridiculing the balding governmental servants on their lack of techie know-how and playing Gears of War with his right hand on his PSP at the same time.
Now, substitute this image with an ordinary Joe, just like you, except this time, with a paunch, a short sight, a bandaged wrist due to RSI, IQ probably less than yours, an aspiring manager who chaffs under managerial pressures, a lazy shirker with a 'devil-may-care-coz-I'm-leaving-this-job-anyway-lolz' attitude.
So, the next time you go to an ATM to withdraw money, and hard cash is not so forthcoming, don't blame the system. Don't blame technology. The machine is fine. It thinks faster than you need it to. It don't make mistakes. It's the 'Viveks' behind the machine, who have performed an erroneous 'defensive bug fix' for another excuse for a program logic made by another incompetent 'Vivek'.
Mind you, we are not so callous about other things, like say, planning our vacations. No Sir! It's just that we don't really worry if our buggy health insurance software results in someone's death due to lack of treatment halfway around the world all because this someone's record got accidentally terminated in the database. Welcome to the Brave New Dehumanized World.
Now, since I know how the process works, I'm a little more forgiving to mistakes. So, I wait patiently in the supermarket billing line as the billing computer 'hangs' while processing a 15 item inventory. But I do attach a certain value to some positions and places. I am not a Mac fanatic. I am not a penguin supporting Linux groupie. I'm a fan of the erstwhile richest man in the world Bill Gates and I tend to think that a job at Microsoft is a coveted post and you better hang on to it, missy!
So, the other day, I switched on my computer and I was greeted by the following screen.
I had seen these funny error messages in email forwards and guffawed while mentally thanking those jobless, creative geeks who came up with such incredibly stupid error screen popups out of the blue. After a good 10 seconds of staring at the screen while reading the forward, I used to get to back to my work of staring at the screen, but this time with a more weary demeanour. Never in my life could I have thought that I would get to see a message like this in earnest from my own computer! Those geeks weren't creative at all, they had just been silent sufferers!
I could see the chain of events in my head as the code that had caused this screen was being assembled. One man's program results in the last step throwing the error 'No Keyboard present'. Another guy's program throws a friendly suggestion 'Press F1 to continue'. A third smartass at Microsoft combines these two codes and presents it to Uncle Bill as a finished product worth thousands of Rupees. So, my whole writeup is a culmination of the deliberations of these Three Wise Men.
I kept looking at the monitor and almost felt like it was daring me. My computer was telling me, "Look, I'm telling you the keyboard ain't present. I don't lie. I'm a fucking machine. But hey, if you think you're better than me, then by all means, go ahead and press that F1 button. See what happens. Sate your curiosity. Just try. Yup. Go ahead. Uh. Ah. Uh. Oh, dear metal gods! (The line between a headbanging Slayer fan and your console are thinner than you imagine...). I was wrong all this time! The keyboard was present, you sneaky you! There. You did it. You overcame your worst fear. You are better than a computer. I am just a machine. I am your tool. I drudge for you alone. My (literally) undying service to you, supreme master. Eat shit."
Yes. The computer said 'Welcome' to me once I pressed F1. I checked my mail and slept like a baby that night.
Oh, by the way, just to prove that the world is full of retards, here's something for you to ponder over.
Monday, February 9
Distance...
The amount of 'closeness' quotes present in the www simply amazes me! Now, these poets; they are in love, and all is forgiven in love and war. (or is it? :-O)
But let us try to deconstruct the concept of closeness.
Taking leaves from my experience, I have always respected a person more, the further he is away from me.
Like any other boy, I have constantly yearned for appreciation from my father. I would probably never admit to him, but directly or indirectly(mostly the latter), he has made me strive for excellence in more than one way. Whenever I stood first in a class, or won a debate competition, I used to wait in breathless anticipation for that terse "Good Job!" or a "Not bad!" that came from his mouth. The intensity of joy that gave me impacted me ore profoundly than from the huge crowds applauding me on actually receiving the prize. I remember the days when I used to gauge his mood as he returned from work and leverage any good news either as a distress buster or as an icing on the cake. I couldn't sleep at nights on those occasions when he used to be proud enough of me to take me out for dinner or for toys!
It maybe that my father was not that kinda guy who showed affection openly. Maybe all dads are like this in varying degrees. I am no one to judge. But I turned out alright, didn't I? And I can say now in introspection that my constant yearning to be noticed by him came more from his being aloof in matters concerning me.
Now, I live in another city and we visit only occasionally. I am now in a position to say that I am better at some things than he is! But even now, our meetings involve me trying to project myself and my achievements in a more favorable light. The content has changed. Grades in school have now been replaced by sound investment decisions or awards at work. But the goal remains the same! I realize with surprise that I still relish a favourable valuation from him! This makes me feel good!
Don't get me wrong. My mother's unconditional love has been my support structure and it continues to be. She's my friend, my confidante and my inspiration, but I am not in awe of her. I love to see her pride and elation in me as I announce any good news about me to her, but this warmth lacks the delirious ebullience that I get from my father's reaction.
Relational dynamics is so complex and skewed, ain't it?
A fathers' example is too generic. Let's take a different perspective. I have been majorly influenced in my taste of western music by some friends of mine. Let's call these guys 'Venkat', 'Wulfi', 'Vijay' and so on. They were by my side and were always one step ahead of me in terms of music during my formative years. So in these matters, I have always looked up to them.
Now, we have parted; we have gone our separate ways. I daresay, I have matured quite a bit in my musical tastes, and I'm sure they have too. But whenever I fall in love with a great song, I still think of them. Have they listened to this band? Do they even know about this gem of a song? I still look up to them and sometimes even hope that they take my musical tastes seriously at least now! I doubt if this respect I have will ever go away.
Now, from what I can fathom, it is the distance between us that seems to have strengthened this respect.
Again, why only me? Let me take a great man's example.
It is not common knowledge that Napoleon Bonaparte constantly used to think 'What is Paris thinking'?
All his actions were driven by these words. He was ever eager to know if France was happy and proud with his exploits. He was keen on living up to their expectations, which he tried to manifest by going on conquests. He was halfway around the world, but his mind was in Paris, wondering whether a new conquest made him look better in the eyes of his people in France, whether his French subjects were gratified with the size and might of the French dominion.
It's a different matter that he is now perceived as a tyrant and a maniacal emperor, besides the point.
But if he KNEW what Paris was thinking through the internet and daily newspaper circulation, would he still have the fire to conquer the world? If he knew that the French probably never really cared about the extent of their dominion and that they were simply worried about their next meal or in perfecting their kiss, would the zeal still be there?
So, I guess I believe in the adages,
Familiarity breeds contempt.
Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.
What do the lovers know? Love is blind anyway.
****
But let us try to deconstruct the concept of closeness.
Taking leaves from my experience, I have always respected a person more, the further he is away from me.
Like any other boy, I have constantly yearned for appreciation from my father. I would probably never admit to him, but directly or indirectly(mostly the latter), he has made me strive for excellence in more than one way. Whenever I stood first in a class, or won a debate competition, I used to wait in breathless anticipation for that terse "Good Job!" or a "Not bad!" that came from his mouth. The intensity of joy that gave me impacted me ore profoundly than from the huge crowds applauding me on actually receiving the prize. I remember the days when I used to gauge his mood as he returned from work and leverage any good news either as a distress buster or as an icing on the cake. I couldn't sleep at nights on those occasions when he used to be proud enough of me to take me out for dinner or for toys!
It maybe that my father was not that kinda guy who showed affection openly. Maybe all dads are like this in varying degrees. I am no one to judge. But I turned out alright, didn't I? And I can say now in introspection that my constant yearning to be noticed by him came more from his being aloof in matters concerning me.
Now, I live in another city and we visit only occasionally. I am now in a position to say that I am better at some things than he is! But even now, our meetings involve me trying to project myself and my achievements in a more favorable light. The content has changed. Grades in school have now been replaced by sound investment decisions or awards at work. But the goal remains the same! I realize with surprise that I still relish a favourable valuation from him! This makes me feel good!
Don't get me wrong. My mother's unconditional love has been my support structure and it continues to be. She's my friend, my confidante and my inspiration, but I am not in awe of her. I love to see her pride and elation in me as I announce any good news about me to her, but this warmth lacks the delirious ebullience that I get from my father's reaction.
Relational dynamics is so complex and skewed, ain't it?
A fathers' example is too generic. Let's take a different perspective. I have been majorly influenced in my taste of western music by some friends of mine. Let's call these guys 'Venkat', 'Wulfi', 'Vijay' and so on. They were by my side and were always one step ahead of me in terms of music during my formative years. So in these matters, I have always looked up to them.
Now, we have parted; we have gone our separate ways. I daresay, I have matured quite a bit in my musical tastes, and I'm sure they have too. But whenever I fall in love with a great song, I still think of them. Have they listened to this band? Do they even know about this gem of a song? I still look up to them and sometimes even hope that they take my musical tastes seriously at least now! I doubt if this respect I have will ever go away.
Now, from what I can fathom, it is the distance between us that seems to have strengthened this respect.
Again, why only me? Let me take a great man's example.
It is not common knowledge that Napoleon Bonaparte constantly used to think 'What is Paris thinking'?
All his actions were driven by these words. He was ever eager to know if France was happy and proud with his exploits. He was keen on living up to their expectations, which he tried to manifest by going on conquests. He was halfway around the world, but his mind was in Paris, wondering whether a new conquest made him look better in the eyes of his people in France, whether his French subjects were gratified with the size and might of the French dominion.
It's a different matter that he is now perceived as a tyrant and a maniacal emperor, besides the point.
But if he KNEW what Paris was thinking through the internet and daily newspaper circulation, would he still have the fire to conquer the world? If he knew that the French probably never really cared about the extent of their dominion and that they were simply worried about their next meal or in perfecting their kiss, would the zeal still be there?
So, I guess I believe in the adages,
Familiarity breeds contempt.
Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.
What do the lovers know? Love is blind anyway.
****
Moose-ings
I read somewhere recently that Britney Spears was livid that her songs were being used as torture instruments by the U.S. Army.
Can we blame them?
Haven't we all threatened our friends with the same dire consequences of making them listen to Britney sometimes? We say it, they do it. Military might, that's all.
As it happens always, what is researched, used and discarded by the military for better models percolates to the normal civilian folk over time. So expect your friends to act on such threats in the near future. :-)
In other news, patrons of an upscale hotel Chateau Marmont were said to be disgusted by Ms. Spears' lack of table manners. According to fellow diners, the pop tart was 'acting weird', looked 'out of it' and proceeded to 'smear' gourmet food from her plate across her face. Her behaviour warranted an immediate expulsion from the hotel, and a subsequent ban from ever entering there again! Src - http://www.starbuddies.com/Britney_Spears_banned_from_restaurant.htm
Now I sincerely wish popstars weren't trend-setters! :-(
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Can we blame them?
Haven't we all threatened our friends with the same dire consequences of making them listen to Britney sometimes? We say it, they do it. Military might, that's all.
As it happens always, what is researched, used and discarded by the military for better models percolates to the normal civilian folk over time. So expect your friends to act on such threats in the near future. :-)
In other news, patrons of an upscale hotel Chateau Marmont were said to be disgusted by Ms. Spears' lack of table manners. According to fellow diners, the pop tart was 'acting weird', looked 'out of it' and proceeded to 'smear' gourmet food from her plate across her face. Her behaviour warranted an immediate expulsion from the hotel, and a subsequent ban from ever entering there again! Src - http://www.starbuddies.com/Britney_Spears_banned_from_restaurant.htm
Now I sincerely wish popstars weren't trend-setters! :-(
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Friday, February 6
If Only...
If only I had known that taking the moral high ground that day would not give me any satisfaction but only make me lose a dear friend.
If only I had known that I could stand to make truck loads of money by investing in Satyam Computers as the news of Satyam scam hit and its stock plumetted to Rs. 7 per head.
I did to my friend what I felt was morally and logically sound on that day. I took a call after weighing the options. My mind was clear as a cloudless day as I went over to what I feel now to be the dark side of friendship.
On that day, I was scared that the company will go bankrupt within the next 10 days, and with our economy rapidly turning from the socialist democracy it was meted out to be, I did not expect much intervention as a bailout from the government. I was scared, yet my judgement was sound...in theory. The stock stands at Rs. 50 apiece, and it's only been a week or two. I still don't know what will happen to it in the future, but I'm coming to that in a moment.
You are logical. You are smart. Yet, you fall. Time and again. You are sometimes lulled into a false sense of security that you can predict what can happen, but you are oh-so-wrong!
In general, decisions can pose the biggest problem to the thinking man, simply because there are so many paramenters in life and each parameter in minutae can divert and revert the course of events. Causality. All the yada yada about Edward Lorenz and his butterflies. But it's true.
Time. In all this ambiguity, time is the only constant. Metaphysically speaking of course. The relativists would be up in arms and point out the Lorentz factor or the train-and-platform experiement, but not today.
The arrow of time always moves only forward. Now, there may be other dimensions and factors shaping our life but we can't feel it or notice it. For a three dimensional being, time is the only parameter that influences decisions.
If we were to know the outcome of a particular action, would it not influence our resolve in doing it? If it was a positive outcome, it would strengthen our resolve and if negative, we would not be tempted to do it! Again, abstrusely speaking, we would never make mistakes if we knew our actions are going to result in 'mistakes'. That's because, a mistake is an 'effect' while our action is the 'cause'! And who can say whether your action is erroneous? Well, only time can tell!
A ruler of time has complete control over his destiny.
God is just a time traveler. The rest, doesn't matter.
Now, consider waves hitting on the rocks. Ask anyone offhand, and you'll be told that the odds are heavily tilted in the rock's favor. If the rock were to think how it's future would be in the midst of the onslaught of waves, the most rational and logically thinking rock would bet on itself.
But the only problem is that time is not on it's side. Entropy.
A milion years later, the rock is not there. Water has won.
If you knew that the odds are completely against you, that you were the rock and time was the sea, would you still want to resist it, or fight it? Is there any purpose in the world? No, I'll rephrase that. Can there be any purpose in life, ever?
Can we fight a fight that we know we are going to lose? Does it make sense to go on when we know it is not going to matter? Does it not entail that we can really win, whatever it may be that we are participating in, only when we get the upper hand over the real enemy, that we gain control over time?
If only I had known that I could stand to make truck loads of money by investing in Satyam Computers as the news of Satyam scam hit and its stock plumetted to Rs. 7 per head.
I did to my friend what I felt was morally and logically sound on that day. I took a call after weighing the options. My mind was clear as a cloudless day as I went over to what I feel now to be the dark side of friendship.
On that day, I was scared that the company will go bankrupt within the next 10 days, and with our economy rapidly turning from the socialist democracy it was meted out to be, I did not expect much intervention as a bailout from the government. I was scared, yet my judgement was sound...in theory. The stock stands at Rs. 50 apiece, and it's only been a week or two. I still don't know what will happen to it in the future, but I'm coming to that in a moment.
You are logical. You are smart. Yet, you fall. Time and again. You are sometimes lulled into a false sense of security that you can predict what can happen, but you are oh-so-wrong!
In general, decisions can pose the biggest problem to the thinking man, simply because there are so many paramenters in life and each parameter in minutae can divert and revert the course of events. Causality. All the yada yada about Edward Lorenz and his butterflies. But it's true.
Time. In all this ambiguity, time is the only constant. Metaphysically speaking of course. The relativists would be up in arms and point out the Lorentz factor or the train-and-platform experiement, but not today.
The arrow of time always moves only forward. Now, there may be other dimensions and factors shaping our life but we can't feel it or notice it. For a three dimensional being, time is the only parameter that influences decisions.
If we were to know the outcome of a particular action, would it not influence our resolve in doing it? If it was a positive outcome, it would strengthen our resolve and if negative, we would not be tempted to do it! Again, abstrusely speaking, we would never make mistakes if we knew our actions are going to result in 'mistakes'. That's because, a mistake is an 'effect' while our action is the 'cause'! And who can say whether your action is erroneous? Well, only time can tell!
A ruler of time has complete control over his destiny.
God is just a time traveler. The rest, doesn't matter.
Now, consider waves hitting on the rocks. Ask anyone offhand, and you'll be told that the odds are heavily tilted in the rock's favor. If the rock were to think how it's future would be in the midst of the onslaught of waves, the most rational and logically thinking rock would bet on itself.
But the only problem is that time is not on it's side. Entropy.
A milion years later, the rock is not there. Water has won.
If you knew that the odds are completely against you, that you were the rock and time was the sea, would you still want to resist it, or fight it? Is there any purpose in the world? No, I'll rephrase that. Can there be any purpose in life, ever?
Can we fight a fight that we know we are going to lose? Does it make sense to go on when we know it is not going to matter? Does it not entail that we can really win, whatever it may be that we are participating in, only when we get the upper hand over the real enemy, that we gain control over time?
Tuesday, February 3
Where was I???
Folks,
Please stop speculating.
Let me come forward with full disclosure.
Now, Michael Crichton's 'Disclosure' never caught on here in India(even with Demi Moore and Michael Douglas in the movie..I know!!!). Again, the RTI(Right To Information Act) of the Government of India has been more of an iron rod in a velvet glove than a real force to reckon with. So, I was never one who attached much relevance to a full disclosure.
You may be wondering where I was all this while. No??? Well then, to whomsoever it may concern, I was here during this time.
Yes, yes. This is the disclosure I've been trying to make. I was on a hiatus! So spare me!
I had a great time there. It was a fascinating ride; I was the captain of my own boat and I went on arduous quests slaying grave monsters, rescuing beautiful damsels in distress who were staunch intellectual conversationalists by the way. In my spare time, I came up with several conclusive solutions to the Reimann Hypothesis, applied fractal theory for a solution to world peace, and oh how can I forget, cured cancer.
Ok, time out! You don't wanna know where I was all this while. You are better off in ignorance. But, I'm here now, and I promise to make up for lost time with such a deluge of chaos and outbursts from me that you won't even remember the year and a half I've been away.
Cheers!
Please stop speculating.
Let me come forward with full disclosure.
Now, Michael Crichton's 'Disclosure' never caught on here in India(even with Demi Moore and Michael Douglas in the movie..I know!!!). Again, the RTI(Right To Information Act) of the Government of India has been more of an iron rod in a velvet glove than a real force to reckon with. So, I was never one who attached much relevance to a full disclosure.
You may be wondering where I was all this while. No??? Well then, to whomsoever it may concern, I was here during this time.
Yes, yes. This is the disclosure I've been trying to make. I was on a hiatus! So spare me!
I had a great time there. It was a fascinating ride; I was the captain of my own boat and I went on arduous quests slaying grave monsters, rescuing beautiful damsels in distress who were staunch intellectual conversationalists by the way. In my spare time, I came up with several conclusive solutions to the Reimann Hypothesis, applied fractal theory for a solution to world peace, and oh how can I forget, cured cancer.
Ok, time out! You don't wanna know where I was all this while. You are better off in ignorance. But, I'm here now, and I promise to make up for lost time with such a deluge of chaos and outbursts from me that you won't even remember the year and a half I've been away.
Cheers!
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