Fermentation of a decaying mind

Yesterday a halfling from told me that time heals everything.
Today a friend of mine said ," Tu is wonderland se bahar aayegaa".
I asked the most logical question that should have followed this statement.
The question was "Why???"
Then I get a mail today from loathsome creature asking "Kyun, kyun????"
I chain mailed answered -"Kyun nahi"

I fail to understand what is happening????
Pigments of my split personality are going home.
Fools they are, coz there parents will force a marriage on them.
When they return, they would be something else.

Then how am I supposed to bide my time.
I dont even have the abilities to study finance.

So I think I should start writing sensible stuff for people say that what I
write is some twisted matter.
I think I should be writing something lucid here.
So I shall write about naive little insignificant thing like my carrier and job prospects.
I am sure it is insignificant coz the only person interested in this topic is me and I dont give a damm.

Well there is just so little to write here and the text field width is way to big for me to fill up.

Having done that.
There is nothing else to do.

The legacy of bits

Once there was a time when people were free to examine their own code.
Write it read it and modify it in which ever way they feel is their way.

That was the way things governed themselves and elves relished the idea.
But it was just an idea and ideas cannot shape your destiny.
You can fight for it or crave for it, never knowing that you can actually live with it.

Ideas are fragile and they are easily corrupted by the shadow.
So it may happen that one day and new idea replaced the old one.
People called it extensibility, flexibility and portability.

Elves feared the very name ...it was an abomination, a tip of an ice berg that could
destroy the very fabric of our civilization.
Men were too dumb to understand it and embraced their nemesis with open arms and broken wings.

What did you say sire extending the core classes to implement the validations in BC4J layer and publishing the interfaces that would encapsulate the db transaction but at the same time are independent of the db tables...... I am sure I don't understand it but it must be something sensible coming from the one as bright as you are.

How can you accept this bitter fate, don't you care for men who might not live with it.

So there ought to be a revolution, born of hate and disgust.
Let those who sulk under the crimson walls fear, for things are in motion that cannot be undone.

Bit by bit we write a byte let us byte in the happiness of this world.

"Hail, Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I come with tidings in this dark hour… and with counsel."