Unspoken Verses

So, this is day number 2 for me at work. For the uninformed - which is all of you - I just joined an internship at a media company. This is how the interview went: Interviewer Guy Who'd Eventually Be My BOSS: Hey, Sam-writes (Well  actually my real name, and even though all of you pretty much do know it, I just have this obsessive compulsive need to pretend this is an anonymous blog. Please bear with it.) So tell me what really is SW, how do you define SW. Me: * Uhm... whaaaat?* Well, I am what you see, I like to do a lot of diverse things..uhmm..*stare around* , I play the guitar, I play basketball, I breakdance, I love programming..- IGWEBMB: Yea, now, I found that pretty surprising, not many programmers get involved in stuff like that. Me: Yea well, I was always in the middle, I was a cool guy with the nerd people, and a nerd with the cool people. *Seriously Sam? Is that you talkin?* IGWEBMB:*uhmm.. yeaa* alright, so I have a question for you, and we'll see how

In keeping with the current thought [ truth is stranger than fiction ], and a friend's recommendation, I'll share a small episode with you. Now, I'm not completely sure about certain details of the following story. But these are finer details that don't really affect the gist of it. So I'll tell it as I remember being told the story. When I was about 1-3 years old, on my birthday, my mom was baking a cake in the oven. It was a primitive kind of oven, which was basically a broad cylindrical aluminium vessel, in which you could place the cake, and the whole thing would heat up. So we were supposed to stay away during the bake. But suddenly, the lights went out. Although, I guess it wouldn't be that sudden, cuz blackouts were a part of the routine back in those days. The 1-3 year old child, got scared of the dark, and ran to his mom, with outstretched arms, hoping maybe for a hug. But as luck would have it, I ran into the hot oven, which burnt the skin