So this is another episode worth sharing. I had to submit my DS project by 11:55 PM (13th December 2014). Ive been working on it for more than 5 days. Some professors from foreign Universities told me that what I was pursuing is NOT theoretically possible for me right now, and itd be an ultimate miracle if I ever complete this project. But I kept on working on it, because I wanted to see the worst case. I wanted to prove them wrong. I had least time for all of my tasks, and there was a parallel event going in our University that I had to manage along with my team. Today was the last day of that event, and also the last date for project submission. My plan for today was quite simple. I knew that I had 50% of the work remaining, and I was planning to complete this 50% (which actually turned out to be 90% later) in next 7 hours. I reached home by 5 PM, and started working on my project. I started implementing every single idea that I had in my mind. I was far away from what Ive written in this projects proposal. Sleepy, tired, and worn out, I was just like *code* *code* *code*....and with hands on my keyboard, I unknowingly went to sleep. And there I saw a dream that I had completed my project, and was enjoying all the glory that I would get after its completion. Exactly at 8:38 PM, I suddenly woke up, and realized that I was already late. No matter how hard I could try, I wasnt able to complete it on time. And at that exact moment, the internet went down. I had my evo wireless with me, all I had to do was to recharge it again. After doing some further code for an hour, I left my house to recharge my device. And by 10 PM, I reached my home again. I realized that it can take more than two hours for my device to start operating again (thanks to PTCL for their low standards). So there was I, doing code restlessly after ignoring all other problems. I was still without an internet, and I only had 30 more minutes to submit. Without thinking any further, I grabbed the keys, and went to the hostel. I kept on calling a friend, who lived in the hostel, but no reply from his side. The hostel rules were simple. No one can leave of enter the hostel after 10 PM. So, I parked my car outside the hostel, whose custody is held by Sir Habibullah, and there, I was glad to see that I was having wifi signals on my laptop. 11:45 PM, not a single person was around. I placed my laptop on my cars hood, and again started doing code. It was so dark that I couldnt even see the keys on my keyboard properly. I was also running out of my laptops battery, so I kept the screen brightness to the lowest level, because I simply couldnt find any port to charge my laptop in the middle of a street at that time. Right after 5 minutes, I opened my browser, and found that I had some messages from 2 different people. One was Hira Tayyab. my project partner, asking for the progress. Second was Sir Najeeb Ur Rehman, telling me to create some post-event content. For the time, I ignored these messages. My hands were nearly going to freeze in this cold. Typing with those hands was a grave work, I suddenly realize that I was left with 4 more minutes, and the SLATE server appeared to be down. It wasnt responding. I started praying, as I had no other option left. With 2 minutes left, I saved my code on a word file, opened the data structures tab on SLATE, when suddenly my phone started ringing. It was my father, who was telling me not to park the car in the middle of the street. There went another useless lie from my side Dont worry, Im in the hostel. Your friends at the hostel are never that much silent, so stop fooling me, get in the car, and come back as early as possible. Anyhow, just one minute left. It was already 11:54 PM, and I started uploading those incomplete files of my project. And without thinking any further, I clicked on the submit button, and right after 4 seconds, it was 11:55. With a long breath, I started looking at the sky, and then closed my eyes. I was a disgrace. I was a failure. I couldnt do what Ive said. Uzair, my streak of successes has been broken (just read this line, and youll know. Im aware of your phobia). During all this experience, I never panicked for a single moment. In fact, I was enjoying it. One of the most delightful experiences I ever had, worth a thousand lessons. Since this whole experience was related to data structures, so I cant simply forget to thanks Sir Adnan, who has been a wonderful teacher throughout the semester. And sorry for this wall of text. I wanted to explain it.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 21:05:48 +0000
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