Most of my blogging hiatus so far has either been because I didn’t have content to write or I was procrastinating. But time literally flied since I hit the submit button of my last blog post. For what its worth, here’s another personal post narrating the recent events of my life.
I joined the pro privacy social networking site Diaspora as core developer Intern in 31st December, last year. It was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. Accepting the part time (15 hours a week) offer helped me not only hone my Ruby chops, but also to learn what it takes to handle real life pressure, how it feels to work like we have a purpose. I never knew hacking the toughest (if not impossible) problem brings in so much joy to your mind that tears roll down. But thanks to Maxwell, Grippi, Kayla and everyone for holding my hand through the nasty pest squashing sessions, I now know how it feels. It has been an amazing experience so far. Sure, it wasn’t a walk in the park always. There were times when I wanted to pull my hairs out, I spent more nights re-writing my own code than I ever spent talking to my girlfriend
My dreams aren’t confined to working 35 hours per week for Hulu, I dream bigger than that. I want to be on the Rails core team and ultimately end up working for Github/Twitter/Facebook . I don’t like Google much since they don’t respect my privacy. I stopped using Gmail for an year or so and I’ve never installed Chrome.
I’m having the time of my life, everything seems so perfect now. I’m doing what I love, I’m buying all cool gadgets , my varsity grades are good, I’m having healthy relationships with friends and colleagues. Everything just feels outward right nowadays.
But I’m not here without the inspiration and example set by others. I would like to thank people like Masnun, Mahdee , Rifat bhai for always keeping their trust on me, for assisting me whenever I got stuck into something, for showing me some tough love when I needed that most. Hell, it is because of Mahdee bhai I started programming on the first place. My thank will obviously go to Sarim and my uncle, Hasin Hayder. They are the reason for me being what I am today. Last but no way the least, Shadma, she is pretty much the only person I’ve been talking a LOT lately, helps me to zone out. Oh, Priyom too.
I’ll be writing about Diaspora, my frustrations with it, Ilya’s suicide, Diaspora’s destiny soon. Until then , it’s enough from me for one post.