and She is the one …

Love strikes us at the most bizarre points in life. One day you are a happy chap, enjoying life as it comes and then a day comes when you get a feeling in your gut like you never felt before…

It was she who made me realize that i have always been a mama’s boy and she made me change. She lit up my world like the way no one ever did. It was my second year of engineering when i met her for the first time. I being myself, was having a tough time with the new environment and was just about getting to know the batch. By the 4th semester, people were already having a great time, except me. It was at first lab session of the semester that i noticed her. Our Head of Dept. was telling us something on the comp and we were standing in a semicircle around him. I raise my head and i get the first glimpse of her, standing in front of him. She was absolutely stunning that i realized, people could indeed live for few minutes without their hearts beating…

I couldn’t really muster the courage and ask her who she was, where she was from. I began to get a weird feeling down in my gut. I didn’t really knew what that was. For the next few days, i saw her and every moment that i saw her, i wanted her to be mine and only mine. God was at his creative best when he made her. It was not until another week, that i had the courage and the strength to even say a hi to her.

Slowly but steadily, we took our togetherness to new levels. I was cautions as not to upset her in anyway and she was equally cautions. I spoke my heart out and told her how i felt and how naive i was when it came to matters about her. She understood and held my hand. I trembled and looked around to see no one in the lab saw us. Yes she touched me for the first time in the lab. That was the only discreet place that we could meet and raise little suspicion.

Our relationship grew. We learned about each other more and more. The joy of being in each other’s company was overwhelming for both of us. We used to speak for hours at length. By the 7th semester, we had grown more and more intimate and passionate about each other. We were inseparable and this had quite a bit noticed by my friends. They began asking me things related to her and i felt shy to tell them even the most trivial of information about her. It was like she was mine and mine only. I blushed at that thought.

We spent sleepless nights together. Me totally lost in the wilderness of her hair. I made fun of the occasional grey ones that i noticed. She made fun of my relative inexperience and used to remind me, “Jerry, u need to learn a lot about me and how to treat me good…”. She was the sweetest angel that i had ever met.

8th and the final semester, saw us getting too intimate. I began mastering her in her ways and found out that it made her more and more irresistible. One night, when we were next to each other, she held my hand and guided my fingers through the curves, the humps, the troughs, the highways and the heaven. I was totally left spellbound and as i kiss her, i realized we will be together for ever and ever.

College was over in no time and i missed her. I used to take great efforts to just to have her next to me like the days that were etched in memory.

Nov ’05, i came to Bangalore. The city lured me in her seductive charms, and even before i knew, i was being totally unfaithful to my love – i was having an affair. I broke up and confessed all of it to her, word by word and second by second. I knew it would have been totally excruciating for her, but i saw no other way to tell her that i was sorry for being unfaithful and that i still love her with all my life. And i was indeed being true to every word; i just cant imagine a day without her.

She protested, and with some effort and cuddling we were back, she came down to Bangalore to be with me. We loved each other away from prying eyes and curious heads and walked the garden city like Adam and Eve.

Its been 6 years and i have never given up so many things for something. My folks have a tough time understanding the reasons. My friends couldn’t believe that this happened between both of us. I can promise that she is the one in my life and there would never ever be anyone worthy enough to replace her.

Everyday is a new adventure with her. She still teases me for my inexperience and caressing my fingers at the same time. So its without doubt that i say, she is the only true love of my life.

And her name is … Linux

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Read - “I was cautions as not to upset her in anyway and she was equally cautious” – as - “System crashes and reboots
Read - “Me totally lost in the wilderness of her hair. I made fun of the occasional grey ones that i noticed.” – as - “Terminal with the default black bg and white fg
Read - “i was being totally unfaithful …. etc” – as - “Dad bought me a laptop with XP. Day-2 i wiped clean the hdd, along with the rescue partition, and installed Linux
Read - “She still teases me for my inexperience” – as - “I still google and read man pages

(now scroll up and read it again icon smile and She is the one ... )

inspired from – Love and UNIX: An Undying Affection

 and She is the one ...

Why I Support The Attack On Women

Off late there has been a lot of reports, both via the main stream media as well as blogs, about the increasing number of attacks on women. So i decided to do an RCA (Root Cause Analysis) of the situation myself. Basically i wanted to find answer to these questions -

  1. Why do such attacks happen?
  2. Who are these attackers? Are they teenagers or people well in their late 30s?
  3. Whom did they target? What was so special about the people who were attacked?
  4. What they did, is it wrong? … etc.

Problem Statement:

As far what i read in the news papers and what i heard from others discussing, these attacks were orchestrated by people who say they are supporting the ‘Indian Culture‘. They call them selves as the conservators of Indian Culture. The good Samaritans who resorted to a quick resolution of the problem, attacked the women to save the Indian Culture form getting westernized, the same evil forces from which the Mahatma delivered us (they might argue so)

Hence we have our Problem Statement as : The Attack was to preserve/conserve the Indian Culture.

Analysis:

Now that we have defined the problem statment, lets looks at the analysis. Lets define what happened, what were the public reactions like.

The people who attacked women in Mangalore, Bangalore, Mysore (???), some-other-’ore’ etc. ( lets refer them for the time being as SenaPpl), just couldn’t digest the fact that the bharatiya naari (Indian Woman) dressed in jeans and T-s. Plus the fact that they were dining at a lounge, crossing-the road, waiting for a bus or even minding-their-on-business when they where attacked.

The people who were attacked (we will refer them as Victims), were teenagers and techies. The Victims all had one thing in common, they were wearing western clothes – jeans, t-s, skirts etc. If you might notice the attacks were not on women who were wearing saree/salwar/any authentic Indian dress. The SenaPpl were all men. There were no incidends of women attacking men or women attacking women. It was the XY chromosomes attacking the XX Chromosomes.

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Bangalore IndiBlogger Meet – 2009

This post is coming in a bit late. Infact too late. But hey, better late than never.

Ok here is the detail,  today, i.e., 28th Feb 2009, IndiBlogger is holding a bloggers meet at the Microsoft Signature Building at Embassy Golf Links, Domlur. For outstation guys who are wondering where Domlur is, its in Bangalore.

Details

Scheduled: 28/02/2009 at 15:00
Venue: Microsoft Signature Building, Microsoft India Pvt. Ltd., Embassy Golf Links, Intermediate Ring Road, Domlur, Bangalore – 560071

More details at this link..

There is going to be a discussion on Blogging rights driven by Mutiny.in. This should be interesting, given the fact that there is a lot of activity revolving round the latest ruling by the Supreme Court.

28/02/2009 at 15:00
blogger meeting Bangalore IndiBlogger Meet   2009
 Bangalore IndiBlogger Meet   2009