During my stint at a financial software firm back in 2002, an important release was made to a European site one eve. People were stretching out in their chairs after a long day and prompt came a response from the site that made the delivery manager come running and shouting "nobody goes home, hang on guys, we got big issues.. "
It trickled down slowly through heated discussion among the top brass that our release had stopped taking numerical inputs due to unforeseen errors, all alphabet characters were fine, simply no numbers at all, that's it.. and to speak of financial softwares..
So there were the guys, making fresh builds and trying to reason out all possible things that a desktop environment in Europe can have in it different.. simply no clues, someone talks of unicode and international language implementations and how we had been too lax in our efforts to have ensured such a disaster, it was anyway waiting to happen, sooner or later and blah blah..
It is past 11 into the night, nobody had had the time to think of or the guts to utter dinner also and the delivery manager is walking back, swearing his choicest best; no solution yet, nobody is in a hurry to be seen looking up as well, the situation is not very promising and one of us later on confided that all he was doing was thinking of his last month's payslip, bug was nowhere near to getting resolved anyhow!
Then, suddenly the cloud was all over, clear in one shot, the guy verifying the package on-site had the numpad on his keyboard off!!
Bike ride to Ooty from Bangalore, in what initially started as a same day return plan to Mysore. We were caught by a bad downpour halfway to Mysore and ultimately when the rains showed no signs of ceasing, it only coaxed four adament young fellows on two bikes into going past their planned destination and heading out as far as they could before sunset. So we managed to cross Bandipur forest reserve and headed to Masinaguddy a little further off where we had friends.
The ride in the rain had taken the toll and after we discovered that the resort dogs had emptied the bowl of chicken we so painstakingly prepared during the 5 minutes of washing up before dinner ritual, it was like make up with the dark liquid and hit the bed, no hope of catching up with anything in the meal category.. however, we had to park the bikes into the verandahs of the cottages at all costs.. so the CBZ was put into one cottage verandah and then we realized that the then fitted rear crash guards on my bullet were proving a little too wide for the entrance into the cottages. Anyhow, we managed to somehow squeeze the bullet in and all things taken care of, dived into the beds.
Late next morning, we get all ready to catch up on some breakfast on the way to Ooty, hunger was rolling storms in our stomachs and to our utter disbelief, no matter how much we try from all angles, the bullet would just not squeeze out of that opening again.. lot of tries with sane minds and ultimately decided that I no longer needed those rear crash-guards anymore!
This one happened to a cousin of my friend. The day had been clear, not hot at all and just right for a relaxed scooter ride on the highway out of the sleepy town in Assam. One could have smelt the recently burnt grass on the paddy fields, on both sides of the road, the road running a little elevated from the fields. So our dear bhai is riding down in a relaxed mood, no vehicle in sight, the entire road, both sides entirely to himself.. he must have been a little too careless trying to sniff the blowing wind, the next moment he finds himself on the road, after a few tumbles, fortunately nothing much bad happened. Scooter is some distance behind, lying on the side in the middle of the road after what seemed to have been a pretty bad skid.. and a column of cows.. err.. one of them cow and the rest 5-6 of them bulls, disappearing fast into the horizon on the other side paddy field..
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