Code , emotions & beyond

Wired in and oblivious to the world around , and in a sort of transcendent utopia, fingers rattling on the keyboard with a sort of vengeance, but confined within a tranquil threshold, the programmer embarks on a perilous and adventurous journey of self-discovery and knowledge. Minutes lead to hours , and time is all but an illusion , just a simple variable among many , replaced by Lines of Code. That’s right , the number of Lines of Code quantifies the passage of time for the programmer, instead , seconds , minutes or hours . Its the moment to live for to the programmer. No fear , no sadness , no regret , no pain , no impossible deadlines or higher management with misconstrued judgement of programmer efficiency and estimations. All is perfect until that one abstruse bug decimates the flawless rhythm of logic reviving the programmer back from sub-consciousness. Thus begins , the toughest moment for the programmer. The moment from where on , the programmer must find a way to re-enter the previous state of transcendent sub-consciousness and attack the bug. Time to take off the headphones and try and step out of the not so creatively stimulating cubical. The programmer yearns for a breath of fresh air and most importantly a change of environment. Headphones on again , and time to listen to, listen to…..the programmer surfs through the playlist in the cellphone , and finally zeroes in on the tune of the moment. All of a sudden , the programmer’s mind is flooded with many random , unrelated and chaotic , conflicting thoughts. The bug is somewhere out there and so is the path to the solution, in the mind no less chaotic than the atoms of a radioactive isotope. The programmer tries to process all the thoughts one at a time , commencing a depth first search tree traversal of the mind aiming for the deepest thoughts and then backtracking to those at the upper levels. Traversing from the Code bug to that certain someone whom the programmer can’t seem to forget and discovers the portion of the memory in a state of deadlock. Just then out of nowhere she appears with a certain sense of cynosure about her [ To be Continued…]