And the hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
Was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
Was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start
And I tried to sing
But I couldn’t think of anything
And that was the hardest part
Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do, it's just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
- The Hardest Part, Coldplay
Was letting go, not taking part
Was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
Was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start
And I tried to sing
But I couldn’t think of anything
And that was the hardest part
Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do, it's just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
- The Hardest Part, Coldplay
It's not that I am feeling particularly melancholic or anything. It's just that I wanted to write about something, anything, and what better way to start off then Coldplay. Okay. Agreed. Not all of you have heard of them. But music's something that doesn't need acceptance from others. If you really feel the beats of Hip-Hop, the sugary voice of Spice Girls, the death notes of Heavy Metal, or the falsetto of Chris Martin, then it is as good as any other kind of music the purists might propagandize. So let the music play. Let the others go and funk themselves.
Moving over to lesser abstract subjects. The Mysore Mein Mangal thingie. Oh yeah fellas. It feels good to be working again. Especially when you get a chance like this. Lovely environ. No sweaty bus rides to the school we visit almost every weekday. Instead, we work (or more precisely code) from a 5 acre farmhouse that has all the necessary amenities to keep us smiling contently. Then there is the excitement of actually seeing your khoon-paseene ka kaam being tested in the field. Kids going gung-ho over silly games that you have designed for them. Matt coming up with ever more beta-test defects in your applications. The 4 programmers + Content Developer + Logistician taking it all in their spirit. Yeah, it's good to be working again. And I am not exaggerating.
The best part of the day is when all of us, dead-brain-tired from the day's work, indulge in the ancient art of bakar. Oh dear, there's no better past time than that. And then the shameless Sophomore assumes the role of the court jester, the gossip monger and the g33ky programmer - all rolled into one. Crazy-Ass fundas and concepts roll out of the Factory one by one. Then comes the rolling part. Uhmm...it's people literally rolling on the floor and laughing.
Anyways, it's time to work. Again. But this time, I won't talk.
Moving over to lesser abstract subjects. The Mysore Mein Mangal thingie. Oh yeah fellas. It feels good to be working again. Especially when you get a chance like this. Lovely environ. No sweaty bus rides to the school we visit almost every weekday. Instead, we work (or more precisely code) from a 5 acre farmhouse that has all the necessary amenities to keep us smiling contently. Then there is the excitement of actually seeing your khoon-paseene ka kaam being tested in the field. Kids going gung-ho over silly games that you have designed for them. Matt coming up with ever more beta-test defects in your applications. The 4 programmers + Content Developer + Logistician taking it all in their spirit. Yeah, it's good to be working again. And I am not exaggerating.
The best part of the day is when all of us, dead-brain-tired from the day's work, indulge in the ancient art of bakar. Oh dear, there's no better past time than that. And then the shameless Sophomore assumes the role of the court jester, the gossip monger and the g33ky programmer - all rolled into one. Crazy-Ass fundas and concepts roll out of the Factory one by one. Then comes the rolling part. Uhmm...it's people literally rolling on the floor and laughing.
Anyways, it's time to work. Again. But this time, I won't talk.
the work and all is fine.what about the midnight stalking you've been upto eh?
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