SAT Bravery Stories

So here i am writing a new story to the series of SAT bravery stories, you must be wondering why am i doing that? It is on the demand of many a people and by consent of our inspiartion of this story.

The story is "RAMANAN AND INTEGRATION"

Introduction of Characters:
Ramnan: our hero of this story, SE. Heart of the project and a guy of courage(ask testers whose defects are rejected on a regular scale)
Viraj: SE. (hero of our last story)
Gaurav Rathore:SE. Very jolly person.(khushi ho ya gam...muskurayenge hum) a man of knowledge

Gaurav J: PL.hard working(ramanan can testify for all night outs) and of a great insight into the project

others(all except introduced): SE. blessed by ramnan,relieved by Gaurav R

Disclaimer: It is a work of Fiction and its resemblance to any real life event or people is a mere coincidence :D

Story:
It was a bright morning for those who were awake and a dizzy one for ones trying to be awake.
Ramanan had just finished integrating the code and was making a release..as if to surprise people who will just wake up and find a release and a shock to testers who would come to office beaming with no work. He made a release, placed it correctly and left for home...trying to think of good things but nothing came to his mind.
He dragged his feet towards the parking lot where his maroon indica was parked. He saw people pouring in through the gates laughing and chatting ready to start their day when his yesterday had just ended. He smiled as the thought of being one day behind the world crossed his mind.
As he lied down on his bed, he began to think of past few days. Lot of work...releases, defect fixes for last releases and some coding stuff...Uff!! He was dozing off to sleep.
Ramanan was sitting on his desk checking mails just then Gaurav J came to his desk and invited him to see the code. He smiled, got up and went towards Gaurav J's desk not realising what was in store for him. Gaurav J comended him for his work and his dedication, while gaurav R just smiled. Ramanan was being asked for a sacrifice...He was being given integration. BANG!! that was cool wasn't it? Everything people will write and he can just integrate it..."no work :P"
Ramanan spent his day at leisure, as the code was not ready yet but as the evening approached he began to get tensed up...still the code was not ready. According to his plans he would have made a release 2 hours back. He started asking Others about the time they need. Gaurav R was smiling. "Abhi to raat baki hai anna", Gaurav J said. Bishnu was struggling with the modem driver, Viraj with parser, and so on. Ramanan was overwhelmed at the sight....his eyes wet and him heart full of sorrow at the plight. Then finally the coding was over it was 9:10 but still integration could not be done as the GUI was still coming up. Anup and myself(shailja) were struggling to get it working. Ramanan was waiting.
People then left their desks to have dinner outside....Ramanan was turned into a driver by the stroke of luck. He drove people far from office and then brought them back to office...what an irony?

It was not before Sunday that Ramanan got the "ready code" and started "integrating" or "Rewriting" the code. Nothing worked. Threads crashing. Gaurav j typing at the speed far more than he could grasp. Gaurav R smiling.....
But just as he thought the application was ready and working....it happened. Yes!! the application crashed on VNC.
CRASH!!! Ramanan woke up with a start, covered in sweat...ohh!! thank god it was just a 'Daymare', "sajna ji vaari vaari jaun ji main.....", his phone was ringing. "Ramanan, what did u do ramanan? I never expected this form you", this must bhi Gaurav J.."hehe, Anna... code fatt gaya", and this must be Gaurav R...Ramanan thought. "tere liye cab bhej rahe hain jaldi se aaja"
and then phone was kept down with a bang. Ramanan did not even get a chance to say hello.
He remembered all his gods and promised offerings to the prominent ones if he came back alive. Thinking of possible reasons for the crash and death of code, He arrived back to office.
Everybody was looking at Ramanan...Our Satman was having a look at the application, nobody dared to speak...all the eyes were fixed on him...every soul waiting for some miracle...some hads were folded in prayer...some lips moving in silent prayer....just then SATMAN turned looking grave(as when a docor does after diagonsing CANCER) and said"KOI ERROR NAHI HAI. REJECTED!!"
This is just one instance of a lot of integrations Ramanan did for SAT. For which he has been bestowed with numerous"accoldaes" such as SPOT AWARD(Also known as "Comp Award") and a Royal Title of "SATMAN".

People have learnt a lot from Ramanan. One is "I LEFT NO DEFECTS :D"

My Experience at Work: Part I
Experiences at Training.

I joined office on 21st August 2006. It was Monday. I arrived a day before joining date on Sunday in the evening. Happy i arrived to the campus but was stopped short by security who demanded my identity proof alongside the offer letter. BANG!! now where were all identity proofs i started wondering.. in the bag?....no, in the suitcase?.....no, in the handbag?
oh! god i cant recall anything...my mom packed my bags. So there i was opening all my luggage at the gate on the roadside and franatically searching through it all. In the start i was embarrased but then i saw everybody doing the same thing and my lips spread to a smile. My friend pooja was searching one bag and i was searching the other one. I finally found my passport hidden in my clothes(perhaps my mom hid it for the fear of being stolen :))
With the passport in my hand and half open luggage (i couldnt manage to close it all). I proceeded to the gate where they told me to go and mark my arrival with the lady holding the chart, at first i could not see her through all the crowd and a long line, I went and stood at the end of it. I had studied at school that a line is unending but it was first time i actually got a chance to observe that.
As the line grew behind my back i started to feel lucky, I was ahead of so many people :D
Finally my chance came with a good news and a bad news. Good news was yes i was on the list and bad news was the guest house inside was full and we were to move to a "nearby" hotel (45 minutes drive). so there i was struggling with my luggage to close my bags completely.
I then pushed my way to a crowded van, suddenly caught in the mob i got into the van with no idea where my luggage was. "It has been boarded in the other van", assured a dark man from srcurity, Clutching to my handbag i sat in the van making myself as small as possible under the fear that gate of the van might give away under pressure.
Mumbling "Hanuman chailsa" i got down one peace at the good looking hotel, and ran to the other van apparently having my luggage. One bag was recovered while other missing, which was recovered later in the yet another van. taking my luggage one by one i somehow got to the recpetion marked by two long lines for male and female. i left my luggage in one corner and stood to the end of the line of females, hallucinating about a death in queue due to waiting. I was still hallucinating when i heard a bang from behind, a girl was lying on the floor. Was she dead?
Could one actually die in the line? Was i next? Then i realised she was now sitting on stairs and was being given "NImbu paani" then she was given the keys to her room, lift was to carry her and her luggage with an attendant to escort her to her room, at the same time, i saw a girl climbing the stairs with a bag on the shoulder and a suitcase in her hand...i think she was that girl's(who fainted) room mate. I imagined myself climibing all those stairs similarly then i let my gaze fall on the queue outside the lift. Can i be the next? can i also faint the similar way?
Damn!! why doesn't this happen to me? "Mam, its your turn", i heard somebody say. "He is talking to you". Girl behing said softly in my ear. I got the keys, collected my luggage, went and stood in the queue outside the lift, hoping not to see one untill next day.

Well i was about to make an entry to the series but it seems the simple humour has offended people central to these entries. I apologize if i made any offence.

With this I end this series and plan to begin with a new one. My experiences with Worklife.

hello everybody,
our first story of the series is about viraj my projectmate and an excellent coder. I will take you to the early days of our project when nobody knew what has to be done and everybody had ideas, SAT was full of creativity. One such idea which later became a grand success was to design a parser to decipher the undecipherable. To discover the depths of modem and to steal away its privacy. This was a tough job, therefore was entrusted to viraj. Viraj worked day and night, using various algorithms and exploring all the creative ideas of the SAT team but ALAS!! nothing was working. All the eyes were fixed on him. Is it Done? Did you try this?
Every soul was trying to take viraj out of that terrible fate, but it was not before Gaurav J came up with an algorithm that SAT started to breathe again along with Viraj and his well wishers.
Viraj was revived and he started it all over again writing every line with care. Treating every tag as human. We were all marvelled at his work when he finished. It was a perfect peice of work. Code written too intricately. But with success comes its cons, It was perfect but the people using it were not. Errors started getting reported and abuses were pouring in. "There is an error" somebody exclaimed, "must be parser" other one said. Errors were reported as parsers' but were later sorted out as coding flaws of others. Viraj was litrally a ghost by now, facing this every sec of his office life and in nightmares at night. But slowly and gradually people learned to use it and Viraj learned to ignore people screaming parser! parser! Although still parser is existent successfully and is still the most dreadful nightmare to Viraj.
After all viraj suffered for this PARSER, he is still proud to say he created it.
These days parser i mean Viraj is coding for modem drivers and "testing" them. He is still enthusiastic and energetic.

I wish him all the best in life.