Life Unplugged!

All good things start with a 16 oz cup of black 711 Columbian Coffee.

When you fail in life, at a personal or professional level, the universe has already declared you a loser, with a capital L; so stop iterating it, stop repeating it, stop thinking about, stop being like one, just stop! Win/loss like head/tail, by definition, has a probability of 50 written on it. Both have an equal likelihood of occurrence if that's that operative word; it's up to each individual to which half they want to belong, NOT which half they are in right now. You are in a particular half because you thought you were in that half, or at least your actions led to it. It's time to move from 50% to 51% one percentage at a time.

Let's take look at Democracy, the gift of mankind to humanity; here the winner doesn't need to have a 60% or 70% acceptance rate, or votes in human terms. The only thing that is expected of him/her is one seat more than half. Even at 50.1% he/she is still a winner. Sadly and honestly there lies the fact of life, no one gives 2 hoots to how you win, as long are it's pseudo-legal and pseudo-moral; because if you think of it what's legal and what's moral varies from country to country. Sometimes state to state.

Agastya stared at the two paragraphs he just wrote; took his hands off the white wireless Apple keyboard, with his right palm on the mouse, moved the pointer to the 'save' button and clicked save. The save button went from a highlighted state to disabled state. He closed the MS Word document and switched back to the Chrome browser. There was still no sign of Internet yet. Indicated by a creepy little walking Dinosaur and the self-explanatory text 'There is no internet connection'.

He then looked at the digital clock on the Mac thunderbolt monitor that was connected to his Mac Book Pro, it read Thur Oct 19 10:51 am. He stared at the clock for almost 5 seconds. He couldn't believe it took him darn 51 mins to the type this GOD damn thing, and he aspired to write a book someday, probably a 200 page one. Not taking into account the grammatical errors that would be discovered when someone proofreads it. Ghost of the past began to linger in his mind. Everybody, I mean everybody has a dark past which they would like to bury deep down under hoping to never visit them again. Agastya had a past too. Another topic for another day.

Agastya paused the music playing off his phone and took off his noise-canceling Bose headphones and placed it on the right side of the keyboard, next to the black wired mouse and couple of silver iPhones. From a distance, one couldn't tell whether they were the 7 series or the 8. Guess not many could even tell if they held it in their hands. On the left side of the keyboard were the Android phones, so by corollary this wasn't an Apple office. He could now hear chatter, some laughs and some swear words, interspersed with the lord almighty. For sure it was a software company.

The sound was a trisect between an all-hands-linking-employees, happy-to-be-missing-the-meetings-engineers, and the CTO's swear words. His voice went extra louder when he overheard the IT manager mention about the Comcast internet outage. Internet outages was a rare event in the bay area and were mostly unheard off. And when the Internet goes is down, it literally takes the Software Engineers down, they are mostly lying and chilling on the couch and bean bags.

'Ting'... Agastya heard a familiar sound, his attention shifted to his monitor and his Hipchat client his instant messenger began to bounce. This meant that the internet was back, and someone from the other end of the line had sent him a message. He almost re-lived the moment when the first message was sent across the internet from Stanford University, some 45 years ago not so far from Menlo Park, Agasthy's current office. He opened the hipchat message, it was from Usmaan from the Toronto office. 'Ag bhai, Did you watch Pandya tonk that leg-spinner Zampa for 3 consecutive sixes? Kya banda hai'. (what a player).'
'Ha Imad Wasim Ko bhi Dhooya tha last week' (He even cleanup Imad last week Wasim). Agastya replied back instantaneously. Usmaan at the other end of hipchat abruptly went offline. Usmaan was originally from Pakistan, and so was Imad Wasim, guess someone had rubbed someone the wrong way. Another day almost good friendship turned sour.