Had been longing to write something, but pityingly, either my fingers are too engaged in holding a cigarette or my brain is too engaged in stroking thoughts of infinite stupidity. But today I feel it is different, I feel I can do a seamless integration of all and produce some sanity out of my stupidity. Like some people who are born with the gift of the gab – which I have not; like some people who are born with the gift to write – which again I have not; like some people who are born to do smart programming – which again I have not, yet sometimes I feel the spirits of all these people come inside me and, my speech, my thought and my code flow naturally like a falling stone under the effect of gravity.
At 9:00 PM in the night, as I watch the aimless Siddharth of the Wake up Sid fame, I find myself in my four walls echoing with the same thoughts, squinting hard, and deafening myself at times only to filter out the worthy ones from the baser ones. And I think I have conjured up something amidst all the discordant.
My first encounter with programming language was when I was in standard 8, one of the dreadful years, and I thought, at that time, that I would repeat to have a more firm grasp on the subjects which are being taught. But powered with some last moment tricks, with some backings, with some almighty’s laziness, I was pushed on to standard 9. And with that, came the demise of my desire to successfully write a palindrome program, the only program in our course, all by my own.
The beautiful smiling class teacher of Standard 9, with her smiles and with her cane welcomed us with the option to choose subjects, to choose between computer programming and economics. Without many hesitations I chose Economics, the decision was the only outcome - interpolating from the standard 8 experiences. Economics closed all doors for the world of pacman and palindrome (MADAM) always remained a one sided love story for me. With time, everything heals, to the extent that even the long lost sweet heart is forgotten or even the deepest scars are obliterated from the minds. My love or my scars whatever may it be, it was all bygone, all lurking in the dark alleys of the cranium neither irksome nor pleasurable. Until in 2002, strangely a palindrome year, in the second year of my engineering career, computer programming in C was introduced as one of our semester subjects. Programming came back to my life again and with trepidation I once again went on a date with Palindrome. But this time it was different, there were no hurdles, there were no misunderstanding, there were no stopping and nothing indeed stopped me from having the same output as the input!
My experiments with C and plus plus version of C lasted for full 1.5 years and yet it had to end. It ended with a divorce as I couldn’t manage to grab a job in top notch IT companies visiting our campus rather I was embraced by a petrochemical plant. Then one day, a fine day or a bad day which I am not in a position to determine, I quit that industry. Packed all my paraphernalia and came back home and came back in the arms of the palindrome without the expectation of anything in return. This time I was purer than ever. This cocktail of part purity, part sanity, part insanity, part logic, part common sense, part technical, part cribbing and last but not the least part a friend (Anubhav Singh) helped me find a job in IT, my first and current IT employer, SOAIS.
Today, I am 3 years old and I am into ERP, peoplesoft, a product from the stables of Oracle. Here I am designated as a consultant and I also say the same to others when I introduce myself to the others, but when I introduce to myself, I prefer saying, I am a bloody coder and that is what I love to call myself.