Was listening to Pink Floyd - Wish you were here and wondering how it applies to a programmer. Of all the things you had to give up to become good at something. The sweet innocence of childhood for the ruthless logic of professionalism. The carmaderie of friends for the competition for the top. Last night, while watching Underworld at home - I took from you, but I gave you so much . Was it a fair deal or were the scales of justice crooked ?
Running over the same old code, what have we found - the same old bugs? Wish you were here ...
Maybe I don't have a reason to be happy. My cousins have fled Bangalore to Dubai and Trivandrum - I couldn't get a ticket to go to Cochin. And it doesn't help at all when people around you, harp on how they are alone.
Let me crank up the volume and forget that the world exists.