Tuesday, June 9, 2009

PORTent




Open Port();
//the one present on YOUR computer
Connect Port(); //Like you have a choice!
Send Data(); //You think it’s a long stream of data. Waiting for the receiver to respond with a huge message.
Receive Data(); //Haha! ACK, she says “ok I think I got it”! 1 Byte! That’s it!
Send Data(); //Here take this memory dump!
Receive Data(); //Another ACK.
Send Data(); //I am done.
Receive Data(); //Seriously That’s it!?
Send Data(); //Out of memory.
Disconnect Port(); //No more communication.
Close Port(); //That’s it You’re done!

Happens every night! Takes around 3 minute to finish.
Oh and Ya, by the way this is just a scheduled process on one of the servers here. I wonder what you were thinking.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Think



I think I’ll go there,
I don’t want them to know my name,
Where I come from,
Or what is my fame.

I think I don’t like it here,
I don’t want that mountain sign,
Everyone is a stranger,
And nothing seems mine.

I think I’ll go to an island,
May be I do like the sunshine after all,
May be I like to sit alone,
Don’t want to run but want to walk, Want to jump but not fall.

I think I don’t like to change,
I was better not writing,
It surely doesn’t make sense, but help,
There is no work and only my sides fighting.

I think I’ll go back,
May he doesn’t want me here, there’s nothing to do,
We don’t sponsor, sponsor losers like you”,
But wait, US, I’m not that done with you.

I think I don’t feel this,
May be just hallucinating this “Think”,
The eye lid opens slowly,
It was too long a dream, or was it just a wink.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Imagine


I was, I am, I want to be

The distant star,
The endless sea,
The heaven afar,
The mountain bee.

The crashed car,
The broken knee
The burning scar
The departed he.

The strat guitar,
The broken b,
The F-chord bar,
The Elvis Presley.

The empty bar,
The rusted key,
The whisky jar,
The lonely me.

The geeky Czar,
The nerdy she,
The winziped Rar,
The Pee-eH-Dee.

The goal-post bar,
The Beckham Tee,
The Van Der Saar,
The studs N90.

But bizarre,
I wish I could be,
A lot of things,
Anything but reality.