Bandi Chhor

A very interesting question was asked by a fellow Sikh online.. why do we celebrate Bandi Chhor diwas on such a large scale and not Miri Piri diwas.. which was the highlight of not only Guru Hargobind’s life, but changed the course of Sikhi and Sikhs in general? Is there any place for any festival in Sikhi? Yes we observe the Gurupurabs of our Guru Sahibs, but it is to take break from our daily lives and spend the day absorbed in Gurbani and Shabad Kirtan! If we wish to truly remember our Bandi Chhor, we must not get entrapped by enticements of Maya. We cannot be Truly Free if our Guru will not liberate us. If we need to go out of this Jiwan roopi jail, we must grab hold of our Guru, and walk the path He takes us on. If any point we leave Him, we will be left in this jail. Remember those 52 kings got just One chance to go with the Sachchey Patshah.

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What’s the worst thing you know about me?

This may not be questions you might be asking your friends and cousins over the weekend. But hey, it’s not you, it is me! Sometimes when am too pleased with myself, or happy the way life is going. Or when I get undeserved adulation from my family, I go on this fact finding mission. What is the worst thing about me.. that others know! And perhaps I have forgotten.

In life, no one is perfect. For me as a Sikh, life is about continuous improvement in all aspects. This thing about pride or ego.. it is like a vicious circle. The moment you think you have let it go, you have just let it grip you again. A Sikh’s life has to be free of Kam, Krodh, Lobh, Moh and Ahankar. It is comprehensible when you are listening to the Katha in Gurudwara. But what happens once you step out?

Like many other dualities, a Sikh’s personality also suffers from duality of one being in Gurudwara and other outside. That is one another duality we have to take care of. If you think of Sikhi like ‘rules’, those ‘rules’ also transcend once you step outside the Guru-ghar. A Sikh is identified by his universal approach to everything, and yes; lack of two-face also helps!

Discovering Scala

I have been working with Scala for more than 4 years. Yet I am surprised at times to find elegant syntactic sugar like this:

scala> class C
defined class C

scala> class D extends C
defined class D

scala> 0 -> (new D:C)
res4: (Int, C) = (0,D@3c232051)

scala> 0 -> ((new D).asInstanceOf[C])
res5: (Int, C) = (0,D@1a531422)

 

This is another way of doing a typecast, a la Scala way!

Go Around

rusty-spiral-staircase

As I climb up
Round and round
The steps crumble and fall
Without a sound

I go around the laughter
I go around the hill
Life is a journey
But the heart is always still

Then I open the door
Enter that familiar room
Oh that silence is peculiar
Ringing an echo too soon

So fades what has to
And stays what is truly defined
A world that is image of
What rules your heart and mind

Love is like the Pale
The finite in infinite
You may experience it anywhere
But just once you belong right

And gone are your doubts
Your fears and your anger
Let love make you again
The man of misery you harbor

Your promises are rusty
Porous is your resolve
Winds of time will blow away
The falsehoods of your thoughts

In two places, you can’t be
For love is now
And smitten foolishness, won’t take you away
No matter how

The Good Sleep

How badly have you wanted to get home, hit the bed and just sleep? How bad bad have you tried to just give up and take a nap? Is your dream world your ultimate escape zone? Then you may realize what I am talking about.

Isn’t that what sleep is about? To give your mind a break, to let your brain process the thoughts and memories; and rid you of your daily anxieties. Isn’t your dream world the claymation you love to mold at will.

What do you like to dream about? Me, personally I like to dream about nothing. Like standing in middle of nowhere surrounded by snow.. just snow. No roads, no buildings, no people, just a few trees.. and snow. Or I dream that am lying on a lawn, looking at the pale sun. Not just any lawn, something like the Dothraki Sea.

Yet when am about to wake up, I end up in a dungeon of my dream world. And some wild beast is chasing me (and does a pathetic job at that). Hell I don’t want no dreams. I don’t want anything. I just want to immerse myself in the shallows of sleep. And cut off from the reality I find so hard to keep.

Yet I will have to wake up, and accept the reality with a charm. And keep living like a benevolent soul who means no harm. Days will turn into nights, drowsy will be my eyes. I will again rest like a baby running out of sighs.

It is better to be asleep than to be awake, I say with surety. Rest enough I can’t like a man full of immaturity. Die die die o burning sun. Let me close my eyes for dreams are fun.

And don’t be upset if I don’t see you tonight, trust me I see no one there, does that make it right. Maybe I just love to be alone, to be left, to be undefined. When I lose myself, I am the only one to find.

The Age of Labels and Convenient Truths

The political views are really polarized nowadays. There is no flow of views and opinions about things that matter. It is about fringe ideas and veiled idealism. I will try to express my views mirroring the thoughts of someone with totally opposite viewpoint. I will try to fit into the shoes of a bhagat for the sickular in me. Yet I cannot. There is such a wall in between us.

Suppose you are trying to get DNA match for a court case. Would a 20% match do good? No? Then why are we only looking at a subset of things today. Why it is ok to lap up the tall promises of a leader without reminding (yourself) of their chronic criminality? Why do we support a political party whose existence is false and it is really just a front for a right wing fascist organization?

And why in politics do we have to label our fellow citizens when they don’t agree with the ‘majority’ (which is now approximating 31%)? So all your political pals are activists and your opponents are terrorists? Your identity can make you ineligible to discuss or propagate the ideas for your nation. Now that ‘our’ nation is just a group of islands, filled with people, their out of tune thoughts and boiling pots, our leaders can send us to hell.

{ Programmer’s Oath }

Here are the 9 promises of Uncle Bob’s Programmer’s Oath, from his original 2015 blog post:

  1. I will not produce harmful code.
  2. The code that I produce will always be my best work. I will not knowingly allow code that is defective either in behavior or structure to accumulate.
  3. I will produce, with each release, a quick, sure, and repeatable proof that every element of the code works as it should.
  4. I will make frequent, small, releases so that I do not impede the progress of others.
  5. I will fearlessly and relentlessly improve my creations at every opportunity. I will never degrade them.
  6. I will do all that I can to keep the productivity of myself, and others, as high as possible. I will do nothing that decreases that productivity.
  7. I will continuously ensure that others can cover for me, and that I can cover for them.
  8. I will produce estimates that are honest both in magnitude and precision. I will not make promises without certainty.
  9. I will never stop learning and improving my craft.