The first time I gave up was back in school. I just couldn't understand that computer language and how I was supposed to write lines of code to carry out simple tasks. "Write a program to check if a word is a palindrome or not - 15 marks" -15 frickin marks - to know if MALAYALAM is MALAYALAM left to right and right to left! How about 15 marks for remembering Charles frickin Babbage? No, the cruelty and unfairness of life started to blossom early.
I was fifteen. Burdened with the heavy school bag, the peer pressure, board exams and of course, puberty, I tried not to get distracted. But who are those boys running in the field below while I scratch skin off my scalp trying to make a program that generated the Fibonacci series ( someone tell me what to do with that number sequence in real life, please! ) ? Darn it, they must have a free period. I wished Mr. T was absent. I looked back at the paper and suddenly, overburdened with seeming old age and the free will of adolescence, I gave up. This was not meant to be. Don't stress it, you'll mess it. Till the minute before, I didn't even want to. But that present minute seemed like the perfect moment since the Big Bang happened to give up trying to comprehend how to check if the given number was an Armstrong Number or not. (Yeah right!)
I sniggered to myself and looked around - in real life, KK's Armstrong Number was probably 100; he'd always had the largest collection of pornographic CDs. Sharma's Armstrong Number came close to KK at a possible 90. Poor Ghosh, he was probably at a meagre 5, tch tch.
So yeah, I gave up, somehow got through my exams and voila! Fast forward 15 years later, guess who works in IT now?
I was fifteen. Burdened with the heavy school bag, the peer pressure, board exams and of course, puberty, I tried not to get distracted. But who are those boys running in the field below while I scratch skin off my scalp trying to make a program that generated the Fibonacci series ( someone tell me what to do with that number sequence in real life, please! ) ? Darn it, they must have a free period. I wished Mr. T was absent. I looked back at the paper and suddenly, overburdened with seeming old age and the free will of adolescence, I gave up. This was not meant to be. Don't stress it, you'll mess it. Till the minute before, I didn't even want to. But that present minute seemed like the perfect moment since the Big Bang happened to give up trying to comprehend how to check if the given number was an Armstrong Number or not. (Yeah right!)
I sniggered to myself and looked around - in real life, KK's Armstrong Number was probably 100; he'd always had the largest collection of pornographic CDs. Sharma's Armstrong Number came close to KK at a possible 90. Poor Ghosh, he was probably at a meagre 5, tch tch.
So yeah, I gave up, somehow got through my exams and voila! Fast forward 15 years later, guess who works in IT now?
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