Interesting set of responses there ~
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Answer by Miguel Paraz:
I gave up computer games, TV, and most movies.
House ftw-Answer by Suraj Menon to What’s your favorite sarcastic/funnily abusive monologue from a movie/TV series? http://b.qr.ae/1mp58sx
Answer by Amit Banerjee:
It feels suffocating.
I belong to a middle class family and had never seen “real” poverty during childhood. Yes, I had a Hercules bicycle. Yes I was given good education. Yes, I would go to Disney world once a year. Yes, my parents would take me to holidays. I had a TV video game and a huge collection of cartridges my mom bought for me, when I scored good marks.
Then I entered college. My sister’s marriage was planned, dad bought an apartment and had to pay my fees for engineering. All three events happened in quick succession and we were suddenly in debt.
Somehow, we got scammed and got ourselves chained in bank loans and poverty crept in. It was in such a rush that suddenly, I felt jumping from an airplane without any preparation and now you have to learn to fly as you fall. Or you’re dead.
There was this time range of 2 years (2008-2010) I had to fight poverty on my own. Here is what happened
- No money to pay college fees. Figure out a way to earn that thing yourself
- No money to pay for daily transport. Walk.
- No money for entertainment, movies or parties. Ask your friends for a smoke
- No money for anything except basic food.
- Worst, manage all the heckle of bank. They would send “bouncers” to my house to recover the EMI amount and I had to guard my mom. I was once beaten in my neighborhood in front of everyone for not being able to pay the EMI amount for couple of months. I had to sell furnitures, gold, what not.
The year was 2008. My monthly expenses were 900-1500 Rs (this includes food) . My engineering fees was 7000 a month and my family is fighting debt. In Lakhs. Each month, the debt would increase because of that education fee. Imagine the condition of a 22 year old guy who has never seen poverty in his life, sitting with friends who would spend thousands on beer parties and live on their mercy.
I was literally beaten and broken because I had no idea how to generate money, while I am still a student.
I gave interviews in a BPO. Rejected.
I gave interviews in part time jobs. Rejected.
Applied for a teaching job. Rejected.
Every door I knocked, I was rejected.
Every relative/friend I asked for money, slammed the door.
There was a time in my life when I had just 10Rs in my pocket, just in case some emergency comes in and I have to make phone calls from a local telephone booth. I would walk in the streets for days because I didnt have enough money to afford a rickshaw. I would eat water when I am hungry and try to save as much as possible. I would work for hours in a data entry job and get paid Rs 1 for filling up forms, that way I earned Rs 80-100 a day. I saw my father giving up his scooter to save fuel costs. I saw my mom giving up family occasions. I saw my sister selling her jewelry. I would cry in the bathroom. Alone. For months. My girlfriend left me when I needed her the most.
This shit was so painful that I almost gave up on everything. Weird thoughts started hitting my mind.
Meanwhile, I got a Govt job which I did not like. I walked away. I was broke, beaten and pushed to the corner but I walked away. I had a dream.
They say you will get success when it is the only option you have.
I made up a website with 700 INR. Fuck, I did not have 700Rs to buy the domain name. I bought it again on debt. Here is a bill which is very close to my heart…..(it says Rs 275 in debt)
Worked like a dog on that and generated $40,000 in two years. Paid off the whole debt. Saved a bit.
Today, I work at LinkedIn. Its like a dream come true for me.
But the lessons I have learned in those two years has helped me shape up my character and be a better person. Those were the longest and hardest 2 years I will never be able to forget. Also the most worthwhile time of my life so far.
I don’t waste money now. No show off. Yearly vacations - Yes. Weekend parties - No. No costly gadgets. Dont buy shit you don’t need. Don’t buy “branded” stuff just because every other clueless idiot is doing it. No. Don’t.
Lesson learned the hard way - Be grateful for what you have.
Edit: Thanks for all the upvotes. Here is sharing the first cheque I received from my website. This was that day when I cried the most. I never encashed it. Whenever I am in trouble, I open my archive and see this cheque. This gives me all the strength I need
Now that’s wonderful!
Post by Lewis Farrell:
Very clever charity box …View Post on Quora
AK must be some special kind of joker I guess http://ift.tt/KdymvT
That’s what happens when you do a ctrl-shift-T on any #dell search page. Wonder who wrote the #js for the page(s) ~ http://ift.tt/KcM02n
Best read of the day
Post by Oliver Emberton:
Three words of advice for the young and ambitiousView Post on Quora
Answer by Vaibhav Mallya:
There’s nothing wrong with falling in love with a programming language for her looks. I mean, let’s face it - Python does have a rockin’ body of modules, and a damn good set of utilities and interpreters on various platforms. Her whitespace-sensitive syntax is easy on the eyes, and it’s a beautiful sight to wake up to in the morning after a long night of debugging. The way she sways those releases on a consistent cycle - she knows how to treat you right, you know?
But let’s face it - a lot of other languages see the attention she’s getting, and they get jealous. Really jealous. They try and make her feel bad by pointing out the GIL, and they try and convince her that she’s not “good enough” for parallel programming or enterprise-level applications. They say that her lack of static typing gives her programmers headaches, and that as an interpreted language, she’s not fast enough for performance-critical applications.
She hears what those other, older languages like Java and C++ say, and she thinks she’s not stable or mature enough. She hears what those shallow, beauty-obsessed languages like Ruby say, and she thinks she’s not pretty enough. But she’s trying really hard, you know? She hits the gym every day, trying to come up with new and better ways of JIT’ing and optimizing. She’s experimenting with new platforms and compilation techniques all the time. She wants you to love her more, because she cares.
But then you hear about how bad she feels, and how hard she’s trying, and you just look into her eyes, sighing. You take Python out for a walk - holding her hand - and tell her that she’s the most beautiful language in the world, but that’s not the only reason you love her.
You tell her she was raised right - Guido gave her core functionality and a deep philosophy she’s never forgotten. You tell her you appreciate her consistent releases and her detailed and descriptive documentation. You tell her that she has a great set of friends who are supportive and understanding - friends like Google, Quora, and Facebook. And finally, with tears in your eyes, you tell her that with her broad community support, ease of development, and well-supported frameworks, you know she’s a language you want to be with for a long, long time.
After saying all this, you look around and notice that the two of you are alone. Letting go of Python’s hand, you start to get down on one knee. Her eyes get wide as you try and say the words - but she just puts her finger on your lips and whispers, “Yes”.
The moon is bright. You know things are going to be okay now.