Tea Time

Only it's 3 late in the night, not post the meridian.

There are days like these when I shrug off the ignominy of being a sort of an temporal albino among the students of engineering by putting in the late night big effort. My "saner" habits of packing it in at an upper of 12 am here (10 pm normally) and punching in next day at 8ish am have variously evoked interest, incredulity and even the odd tinge of derision. But these occasions can be used to prove them that I can do it, only I wish not to.

{Since it is 3 am and this is my /dev/null blog anyway, permit me to ramble on.} The immediate cause for keeping the moon company is to put together a project with very little time permitting. We will not probe as to why it was not done earlier - such questions are never asked in the unsigned contract of academic life. There is a certain dangerous edge to proceedings as it is still not very clear whether the plane will take off the ground in 6 hours time. Guerilla coding at its most thrilling with some byte-induced adrenalin. Spades hack at the mass of spaghetti and sprays attempt to disinfect all the success routes just enough to keep at bay the too-close-to-the-surface-to-ignore mass of creepy-crawlies. Had there been a software engineering inspector, he'd have run out of tickets by now.

So does this teach young and impressionable grad students a certain bravado and recklessness when it comes to shaping up functionality? Perhaps. Does it also leave them with more than a sneering contempt for a more organised and yes, saner approach to construction. Perhaps. I just want to finish it and get some sleep, old pal - got another deadline later tonight.