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Oct 13, 2008 - poetry

An Ode to the Shell

Yet another poem I wrote before leaving uni, as I was about to lose my beautiful Unix account. With commentary, it was part of my Unix .plan file :).

An Ode To The Shell

Dear Shell There is time still In my heart, a heavy load Soon, part I will Accept my free-form ode One line of script And you saw me fit Anointed with Unix Nature [1] Awoken, once and forever The ampersand My background friend The hash Script docs in a flash for and while Benchmarking in style Redirecting to file On my face a smile Commandline completion My eternal companion Your prompt my dominion Forever awaiting my opinion more or less Your pagers did impress rtin A blessed sin finger How it made me linger [2] who Wouldn’t I like to know! And ls? Light on my directory’s mess Oh kill, Gosh what a thrill foo, bar, and baz Music better than jazz command not found advice so sound Segfault fury You threw at me In all its glory Initiating divine hackery Synthesis of pipes and redirects Plethora of commands at your behest Skillfully accepting my greps My shell, you are the best Dear Shell This is gonna hurt like hell [3] I bid you farewell. —

Commentary and references

Inspiration:

[1] tm esr, http://catb.org/~esr/writings/unix-koans/ten-thousand.html [2] tm Cranberries, Everybody Else’s Doing It, So Why Can’t We?, “Linger” [3] tm Sarah McLachlan, Mirrorball, “Hold On”.

Good luck everyone. It’s been great (for the most part anyway) in CS.

To those who’ve read/answered/constructively criticized my posts, a sincere thank you. To those recently graduated, good luck with the jobhunting (shameless plug: let me know if you have a free spot :P).

And to my friends still struggling – hang on in there :).

— Kamal

Oct 13, 2008 - poetry

A Coder’s Slumber

A poetry I wrote during my uni days, am glad I still have a back-up of my old, now dead (RIP), laptop harddrive!

A Coder’s Slumber

Hours have passed Bugs have been squashed Do any remain? To think not would be inane But tis late, or early? To bed I must hurry Class at 5.30, More code at 8.30 Perhaps even time for some curry Wait, what’s this Cement mixers running amiss! How am I to sleep When my ears so bitterly weep Alas it be the day Where nocturnals have no say Forcefully I enter realms of slumber A pox o’ that wretched mixer Adieu.


— Kamal

Oct 13, 2008 - personal

Home

I am thankful that I have a place to go to when this down… home sweet home, that old phrase rings true. Wow… I shudder to think that someday, when I have an issue of this magnitude, and what if I do not have a home to go to, no loved ones to console me even though they do not know the full extent of my pain. I pray such a day never comes. Well, Monday morning in Jakarta, hopefully I get hold of the car and am able to do something. Perhaps a trip to the temple, and then, just for contrast’s sake, the mall. Alone :P. Alas :P. Aye, alas indeed.

— Kamal

Oct 12, 2008 - personal philosophy

Essence

I wonder, I wonder, if I fell in love with an essence, something so beautiful within, encompassing, engrossing.

Bright, beautiful, kind, loving, caring. An essence uniquely identifying the Individual, not the Personality. I understand now that Personalities, no matter how different, the Essence within, is beautiful, radiant, ever-compatible. It seems too however, that relationships are governed by both, and in the earthly realm, often Personality dominates. It is unfortunate but true, necessary perhaps. In retrospect, I did not think that our Personalities differed a great deal. Ah well, one can hope, no matter what the outcome.

— Kamal