A Page from an IT Diary...
"No mom, I don't like it. Try to understand"
"Why you don't like it?"
" I don't get time for my passion. "
"What passion? You just write something called blog and that too I am sure no one reads."
"I can't explain right now."
"There should be something to explain at least. Look I am not saying, limit your capabilities. I am just saying keep focusing on your job as well."
"Okay, sure. Now bye. Take care."
I am an IT guy by profession and in IT our day starts with Compilation error and ends with a Run-time error.
As I clearly reminisce, after my brief chat, I plugged my phone under charging mode and glanced at the lavish computer screen ; gazing each and every line of my code and then at my Client's mail; who wanted a high priority task handled by E.O.D.
A few days back, I booked an evening show for BROTHERS with my friend; whose main interest was to attend the Sale Mela. So at this point, getting late for the movie was bad enough, but sitting in the office on a Friday evening with extra work just rubbed salt into the wound.
After some smart thinking and valuable guidance offered by my colleagues, I completed the task and was all set to send my work. As I pressed the Send button, numerous HIGH PRIORITY thoughts entered my mind viz
"Will I be able to catch the movie on time today?"
"Will the movie be worth my time and money?"
"GOD ! Do such wonder, that the client side people would find out that their entire application is only bug free", I wished.
In about half an hour, I got the response for all my miseries in just 3 words i.e.
"Code works fine"
These 3 words were so sweet that I felt I tasted the elixir from an elite point of the universe. Oh, you should have seen my look, my face glowed like a laughing Buddha.
I quickly drafted a status mail, pressed the send button with a remarkable vitality and was on my way for the movie.
Within a couple of minutes me and my ally were on our way for the movie. On the way we were happily discussing our day; we primarily scoffed at our client. We hardly traveled only a couple of kilometers but soon we found a heavy gridlock. I cursed the zealot cause of whom my movie and other plans were in danger.
I started looking here and there impatiently as the delay proved to be monotonous. In the environment of honking horns, polluted air I saw a boy; hardly fourteen, sitting peacefully under the lamp-post. He sat on a rock with a with a slate on his lap. Even this aggravating heat and cacophony couldn't shatter his spirits.
HARSH
He suddenly looked back; as if someone called him. He covered his book in a paper-wrap and ran towards a hawker (in his early 30's); having a huge Customer queue. The hawker pointed to the items and the boy started writing something on his ballot quickly. Hawker looked at his slate and said "Two hundred and thirty". In a similar fashion three other customers were handled. When I peeped, I saw that the boy was doing calculations for the hawker on the ballot.
The hawker started scribbling something on the slate while Harsh grabs a piece of tattered cloth and was wiping his sweat. Harsh kissed his cheek and hugged him. In a crummy handwriting the hawker had written ROSHAN; might be his name I thought and drew our NATIONAL FLAG. Looking at that one word and drawing only both were smiling.
I sit in an air-conditioned office for the whole day, finish the work allotted to me and do browse on the Internet in my free time. To me, HIGH PRIORITY meant movie and not missing the grand sale, but what about guys like Harsh and Roshan who sit in the mingy sunlight? Their customers are only their clients, they too would be facing problems. Even in these aggrandized hardships they managed to keep their smiles.
Looking at their attitude, I thanked God for this privileged life he gave me and prayed for Harsh's bright future....
"Why you don't like it?"
" I don't get time for my passion. "
"What passion? You just write something called blog and that too I am sure no one reads."
"I can't explain right now."
"There should be something to explain at least. Look I am not saying, limit your capabilities. I am just saying keep focusing on your job as well."
"Okay, sure. Now bye. Take care."
I am an IT guy by profession and in IT our day starts with Compilation error and ends with a Run-time error.
As I clearly reminisce, after my brief chat, I plugged my phone under charging mode and glanced at the lavish computer screen ; gazing each and every line of my code and then at my Client's mail; who wanted a high priority task handled by E.O.D.
A few days back, I booked an evening show for BROTHERS with my friend; whose main interest was to attend the Sale Mela. So at this point, getting late for the movie was bad enough, but sitting in the office on a Friday evening with extra work just rubbed salt into the wound.
After some smart thinking and valuable guidance offered by my colleagues, I completed the task and was all set to send my work. As I pressed the Send button, numerous HIGH PRIORITY thoughts entered my mind viz
"Will I be able to catch the movie on time today?"
"Will the movie be worth my time and money?"
"GOD ! Do such wonder, that the client side people would find out that their entire application is only bug free", I wished.
In about half an hour, I got the response for all my miseries in just 3 words i.e.
"Code works fine"
These 3 words were so sweet that I felt I tasted the elixir from an elite point of the universe. Oh, you should have seen my look, my face glowed like a laughing Buddha.
I quickly drafted a status mail, pressed the send button with a remarkable vitality and was on my way for the movie.
Within a couple of minutes me and my ally were on our way for the movie. On the way we were happily discussing our day; we primarily scoffed at our client. We hardly traveled only a couple of kilometers but soon we found a heavy gridlock. I cursed the zealot cause of whom my movie and other plans were in danger.
I started looking here and there impatiently as the delay proved to be monotonous. In the environment of honking horns, polluted air I saw a boy; hardly fourteen, sitting peacefully under the lamp-post. He sat on a rock with a with a slate on his lap. Even this aggravating heat and cacophony couldn't shatter his spirits.
HARSH
He suddenly looked back; as if someone called him. He covered his book in a paper-wrap and ran towards a hawker (in his early 30's); having a huge Customer queue. The hawker pointed to the items and the boy started writing something on his ballot quickly. Hawker looked at his slate and said "Two hundred and thirty". In a similar fashion three other customers were handled. When I peeped, I saw that the boy was doing calculations for the hawker on the ballot.
The hawker started scribbling something on the slate while Harsh grabs a piece of tattered cloth and was wiping his sweat. Harsh kissed his cheek and hugged him. In a crummy handwriting the hawker had written ROSHAN; might be his name I thought and drew our NATIONAL FLAG. Looking at that one word and drawing only both were smiling.
I sit in an air-conditioned office for the whole day, finish the work allotted to me and do browse on the Internet in my free time. To me, HIGH PRIORITY meant movie and not missing the grand sale, but what about guys like Harsh and Roshan who sit in the mingy sunlight? Their customers are only their clients, they too would be facing problems. Even in these aggrandized hardships they managed to keep their smiles.
Looking at their attitude, I thanked God for this privileged life he gave me and prayed for Harsh's bright future....
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