My Life, A Cocktail

Its one of the nicest place on earth, I bet. I am sure all coffee lovers, and perhaps even non-coffee lovers agree. Its about 3.30 in the afternoon, and I am here at the coffee shop, tapping away at my laptop, with a white chocolate mocha by my side. Its bliss. Sitting by the french windows, watching the outside getting clear, sipping coffee, thinking about all the nice things in life.... you are immeadiately transported to this new world, where you smile, and sense the simplicity of life. I always said, its not in diamond rings or in inexpensive gifts. Its in moments like these. There is so much to do here, in this coffee shop. You could be one like me, sitting alone, relishing as the moments pass by with every drop of coffee. Or you could be one with the friends, talking, laughing, doing stupid things. Or you could be the one watching tv, or reading the papers. Or you could be the one playing chess, or doing the jigsaw. I have been each one of them, and I know its fun. Its been 2 hou

Sitting here in the computer room, waiting for my server to boot, lots of thoughts seem to be flooding in. This room seems to be some kinda pandemonium, like my mind, a workshop, where there is so much to sort out, and machines that do the sorting. I am the creator here, the creator of problems that I program the machines to solve. In that, I sense achievement. In my little workshop, machines are my friends, and I can talk to them. Ofcourse, we have a set of rules that govern our conversations, but then thats fine, infact its better this way. My machines know what I want, better than anyone else, and keep my stuff to themselves. They don't brag like people do, they dont feel ashamed when they fail me. I am not exactly sure if they have a mind, whether they think, and if Turing was alive, I suppose he could tell. I think about these machines when I think about people. Humans. Methodologies that we use to program machines, methodologies that nature uses to program humans. They talk o