Disclaimer: The thoughts expressed in the poem need not project the poet's state of mind or attitude towards life !
Sunday, March 25, 2012
भय इथले संपत नाही !
Disclaimer: The thoughts expressed in the poem need not project the poet's state of mind or attitude towards life !
When Dark Clouds Fly...
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
THE 'CLASS'IC HELPER !
THE 'CLASS'IC HELPER !
The tornado in the country side of phildelphia had made lives of people living there miserable. I was debugging a s0c7 abend JAVA source code, and the tenacity to crack the code was strong through the efforts. The whirling storm outside the window pane was in a way motivating me to just slog, hammer, plough and reach the end point. API, helplets, forums, seemed time consuming alternatives to me. Now i was relying on the magnificient power of human mind to tackle toilsome situations like this.
The wind was blowing like a sine wave with alternate fluctuations, coupled with horrifying, awe-fearing sounds. Towards, the surging wave of such sound, my fingers would start trembling, my eyes would start winking, heart beats would accelerate, entire body would get horripilated as my curiosity to crack the code would zoom up !!! As the wave would reach its climax, I would drown deep into the code, watch for every bit and piece of syntax, functions, and subroutines !!! But towards the falling spell of the wave, my vigor would start collapsing and I wud come to the ab initio level of temperament.
My thoughts were fighting with these odd and even spells, and the entire experiment of these iterations was seeming hopeless ! I decided to take a break !
I went outside the avenue, down the street to see the condition of the city. As I was looking at the pathetic situation of city - torned and massacred by tornado - I encountered a small school girl, standing at the bus-stop, tightly holding the bars out of fright and shivering out of panic ! Supposedly, she was trying to escape the tormenting winds, but was failing in her efforts. As I went near her, Tears trickled down her eyes, and she leaned back, sensing me as a stranger. I gave a light smile, showed my university i-card, made her comfortable, asked about her parents, and address, and offered her take her home safely. As reached her home, her parents were overwhelmed to see her, and they thanked me ! While leaving the house, the small girl kissed me on chick and said "AL UTF HELPR CUS" , I was amazed, since the words seemed familiar to me, with a wink of curiousty I saw at her, she said - "it means "Thank you Helper" in spanish !! and gave a cute smile. I hi-fived her, and left the house.
On my way to the lab, the words were striking my mind, since they had a deep familiarization, some where in my mind. I tried to dig out some links , but in vain. So i left that thought and starting thinking about the source code. I reached the lab and starting working on the program. I checked the program right from begining, the primary routines, the interface functions, the secondary routines, the exception handlers, the HELPERS, the closure routines.........errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......I went back to helper routine, and I again remembered her words - AL UTF HELPR CUS - Gosh !!!! I got it ! it should have been helper UTF 8 library function, instead !!!!! The bug is trapped, the fish in net and with cherry on cake, program is all set !!!!!!!!
I banged the desk, in excitement, and said yes,yes,yes !!! I added the helper library function to that class, compiled the program, restarted tomcat, and ,checked the interface !!!!!! It was amazing, the screen was blushing, I heard the merry bells in church, the pious hyms made me emotional. I was the first one, to debug a complex program in mere hours !!!!!! AND the credit - ofcourse goes to that small cute school girl - "AL UTF HELPR CUS" - My day was a memorable one !!!!
disclaimer: This story is a fiction, and the code 'AL UTF...' is also not real spanish. Its just that I wanted to relate it to the situation in the story
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