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A refreshingly cool journey from Bangalore to Coorg!!!

Everyone would have heard of the maxim, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”. Yeah, it’s cent percent true. After so much of non-sensible work at office, we had planned for a trip to Coorg, quite a few times which went futile. After so many hiccups, finally one of our plans came true; we started for a trekking trip to the highly refreshing and energizing natural coffee estates of Coorg Valley. Here we go! Here we go! :):) The clock struck 3am, on Dec 3rd, 2010.Cock-a-doodle-do!! :) There we started enthusiastically, imagining the nerve-chilling coffee plantations of Coorg. We started proceeding through the Mysore road, sneaking our heads out of the cab, every now and then, to get a feel of the early morning freshness. Finally, it was time for a short break, breakfast time:):) We had stopped by a highway restaurant and had our breakfast along with some Buddhist saints loitering in that restaurant... Click!! Click!! The camera shutters, blossomed open for the first time, and rem

My First Stint as Software Engineer

After bidding adieu to our cherish able memories of college days, one fine day, I got my call letter to join as a "Software Engineer" in a firm, in which I, like everyone else was looking up to, with much expectations, vying to carve a niche for myself. After all, the transition from college to corporate, was such weird, I should say. Much hyped society to mingle with, thank goodness, the so-called college mates, all of a sudden, seem such intimate guys to hang around with. The intimacy grew by leaps and bounds, day by day, as we spend time, squatting hours together in front of a "man-made machine", brainchild of the homo sapiens , so called computer, so idiotic to be with, ( remember the wrath, we get of sitting at labs in college days) yet mandating our companionship, more than a mere friend. Finally, we have become a Software Engineer - welcome to the world of machine life, where people hardly have time to love others, than to love an idiotic box, the awe of