THIS 'PASSIONATE' AND 'TECHNICAL(?)' love letter has been composed by my dear friend SOUVIK BHATTARCHARYA and addressed to someone who is the sole hope of us backbenchers during the Great Battle of Semester.And she unfailingly succeeds in making us pass reluctantly,semester after semester. This letter finds space here because:
- It has been composed really well (and I dare say this site hosts some reasonably well written articles!).
- I have personally always wanted to thank this person for a long time,and souvik did that with heart
- Finally,I'm a slave to passion and the passion that I like reflects in Souvik's writing.
GET /love/heart_response.view HTTP/2.0
Connection: Keep-Alive
User-Agent: MyHeart/4.5 [en] (x11; U, MyOS 5.8 me4u)
Host: MyHeart:8080
Accept-Encoding: Heart-Code
Accept-Language: en
Accept-Charset: iso-8859-1,*,utf-8
Dear “http://www.y12iem.com/***/1040*0602***/heart.exe”,
I know your brain doesn't recognize me. I know I haven’t still found a place in the hidden database of yours. I just want to ask why the comparator in the deepest core of my heart gives a ‘1’ at the sight of you. Why does the Lissajous figure formed in the CRO in me forms a perfect “x2+y2=r2”. Do I say, it’s a perfect romance that drives my heart at such high frequencies?
Is it the ‘0’ phase margin that makes me so feel so complete! The shortest of the wavelengths pouring out of your hidden ‘Yagi-Uda’ source bangs on to my ‘Micro-strip’, driving my demodulator to overdrive. The aliasing circuitry is lying idle, as the receiver can’t receive any other frequency.
All images appear blur as the image processing circuit has been reprogrammed to identify only one image. All image processing circuitry fail to identify any other pixels.
And now, when I try to put myself on sleep mode, the processor denies to do so. It always has a program running, hindering me to rest myself. It’s an infinite loop that flashes our name and image in my inner-eye. I know that I am infected by a virus, a virus that no antivirus can ever heal, nor can quarantine. Not that I am complaining, I know my processor is taking this burden, but I believe when this core will be ‘duo’, it will have a rest of lifetime.
I know, you will be able to decrypt this message. Every single byte I transmit has only our IP in its header, and user only our preset protocol for transmission. Please grant an authorization in your domain. I promise I will create the perfect resonance in the oscillatory circuit of your heart.
Yours ever,
Souvik
Connection: Keep-Alive
User-Agent: MyHeart/4.5 [en] (x11; U, MyOS 5.8 me4u)
Host: MyHeart:8080
Accept-Encoding: Heart-Code
Accept-Language: en
Accept-Charset: iso-8859-1,*,utf-8
Dear “http://www.y12iem.com/***/1040*0602***/heart.exe”,
I know your brain doesn't recognize me. I know I haven’t still found a place in the hidden database of yours. I just want to ask why the comparator in the deepest core of my heart gives a ‘1’ at the sight of you. Why does the Lissajous figure formed in the CRO in me forms a perfect “x2+y2=r2”. Do I say, it’s a perfect romance that drives my heart at such high frequencies?
Is it the ‘0’ phase margin that makes me so feel so complete! The shortest of the wavelengths pouring out of your hidden ‘Yagi-Uda’ source bangs on to my ‘Micro-strip’, driving my demodulator to overdrive. The aliasing circuitry is lying idle, as the receiver can’t receive any other frequency.
All images appear blur as the image processing circuit has been reprogrammed to identify only one image. All image processing circuitry fail to identify any other pixels.
And now, when I try to put myself on sleep mode, the processor denies to do so. It always has a program running, hindering me to rest myself. It’s an infinite loop that flashes our name and image in my inner-eye. I know that I am infected by a virus, a virus that no antivirus can ever heal, nor can quarantine. Not that I am complaining, I know my processor is taking this burden, but I believe when this core will be ‘duo’, it will have a rest of lifetime.
I know, you will be able to decrypt this message. Every single byte I transmit has only our IP in its header, and user only our preset protocol for transmission. Please grant an authorization in your domain. I promise I will create the perfect resonance in the oscillatory circuit of your heart.
Yours ever,
Souvik
