Who says only humans can be poets? Some computer poems I had received quite some time back for your debugging…
As usual, author is unknown, so don’t know whom to give credit.
Here it is:
<> !*”#
^”`$$-
!*=@$_
%*<> ~#4
&[]../
|{,,SYSTEM HALTED
Try to understand the computer lingo. Decode it to plain English..
Will give you the plain text in a few days.
Some kind of encryption?? Not really…
Just for the sake of clue, this is what the first line is:
Waka waka bang splat tick tick hash,
Just read this somewhere. Origin unkown 
so can’t give credit to anyone. Let me know if you know the origin.
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One day a Novice came to the Master.
“Master,” he said, “How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?”.
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
“Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?” the Master asked.
“No,” replied the Novice. The Master sent the Novice on a quest to the Store of Software.
Many hours later the Novice returned.
“Master,” he said, “How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?”.
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
“Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?” the Master asked.
“Yes,” replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
“You have a Compiler of Source. What now can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?”.
The Novice fidgeted nervously and presented his Compiler of Source to the Master.
“How is this used?” asked the Novice.
“Have you in your possession a Manual of Operation?” the Master asked.
“No,” replied the Novice.
The Master instructed the Novice as to where he could find the Manual of Operation.
Many days later the Novice returned.
“Master,” he said, “How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?”.
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
“Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?” the Master asked.
“Yes,” replied the Novice.
“Have you in your possession a Manual of Operation?” the Master asked.
“Yes,” replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
“You have a Compiler of Source, and a Manual of Operation. What now can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?”.
At this the Novice fidgeted nervously and presented his Manual of Operations to the Master.
“How is this used?” asked the Novice.
The Master closed his eyes, and heaved a great sigh.
The Master sent the Novice on a quest to the School of Elementary.
Many years later the Novice returned.
“Master,” he said, “How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?”.
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
“Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code, a Manual of Operation and an Education of Elementary?” the Master asked.
“Yes,” replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
“What then can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?”.
The Novice fidgeted nervously. He looked around but could find nothing to present to the Master.
The Master smiled at the Novice.
“I see what problem plagues you.” said the Master.
“Oh great master, please tell me.” asked the Novice.
The Master turned the Novice toward the door, and with a supportive hand on his shoulder said, “Go young Novice, and Read The Fucking Manual.” And so the Novice became enlightened.
After so many months, I went to Bhosari some days back to install PC of my friend.
He asked one of his workers on the shop floor to get some coffee from some hotel nearby.
After some time, he got some coffee. Rather some liquid that had some traces of coffee and taste and smell of some “Punjabi Masala” sabji!!!
That reminded of the old days some 15-20 years back when I used to go to Bhosari very often. In those days, there were no good hotels in Bhosari and you could not get some good coffee anywhere in Bhosari.
Well, the same thing still continues
It is said that if you eat food for a week on some “Tapri” in Bhosari, you will not have any stomach problems in all your life. You can eat anything and anywhere in the world and still remain absolutely fit !!
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