ChEcK...MATE

P.S: This article might contain unintentional explicit material. Unintentional because the job of a bloody coder is to code some crap piece of  even crappy logic in an alien language to meet the CRAPPIEST (I mean Grotesque) requirements. And, it's a disgrace that I belong to that bloody breed. Yep Mate!!! life has forced/thrashed me  to become a useless coder.

To be very frank, actually there is nothing wrong being a smart techie who programmes a monster with terabytes of memory to behave as per the requirements. 

I have learnt this hard way, but it needs to be shared with y'all 'coz we all have been, at some stage or another, scr!@# like hell in this account by follically impaired creatures hiding in an unknown corner off the western region, even beyond Yorke Peninsula. What the heck was my fault??? "I chose to blow the whistle on deaf ears :-| "!! My faith upon Almighty has shattered. God, how can you do this. Yes, I am a sinner!!! But why a Capital Punishment for a small theft!!!!

I am still bemused thinking "How can a completely unstable piece of work be stabilised in a trice; a work which never shed its deep red skin from day one!!!" One point's sure that it aint chemistry that converted crimson to leafy in a day. It always was our hard work that ensured that come what may we will hit the target by MAY. Pardon me for being so crazy, but the upper echelons of my anatomy have gone haywire and I am still in process of construing of what has happened today. How can they be so purblind and deaf to not have noticed the value of our work. I don't blame them all; its a fact that kangaroos only take care of kangaroos (Its always blood man!!!). But i am seething with anger on those who had previously mentioned that we all are same. Unfortunately my frnds, its not the colour of the project which changed from Red (Crimson) to green (Leafy) in a day, it was the change explicitly exhibited by a chameleon. Everyone knew that we will hit the deadline by May, but still we were shown the Leaf covered in scarlet red so that we work (Was it Work!!!) at the cost of our rightful leisure time. It aint miracle that we have gone live on 13th. Sheer classic chess move by God.

On 18th January 2008 i got a call that i would be going places. Yup, i am going places!!! 

When i work on some defect, its Demon's land. When i reach home, it's devil's Cave!!!

God, please don't test me anymore. I'm not Jesus. I'm done now. I'm pure mortal fella who just dreamt to go places; some dreams even touched Yorke peninsula, and i even tried to increase my standard so that no one would put a speed breaker on my way.

I have seen 2 Go Lives in my life. First Go Live earned me a citation from Former Governer of Tamil Nadu. Today, on the day when i have crossed another milestone, i feel cheated. God's own creatures befooled me to pave their own dream path.

You only tell me how would it feel to you when you bloody work like hell for 4 weeks to create a document, which, unknown to you, will be changed by others to someone else's amusement.

Have dealt with stupidest of manic beings who pelt stones at every corner. I literally lost my whole year just to chase a dream. God, its sad that i will still be on this container ship which is remote controlled from a place 7000 miles away. 

I was not the one who chased dollars for runs. 

I just played Chess, and 

I was CheckMated.