It
could be a garage in one of
the down market lanes of Seattle. Or it could be a cramped cubicle in
Bangalore. Or it could be in the dark confines of a bedroom in Bangkok.
Deep dark when the dogs have finished barking, when the roads can be
used to play cricket, there is a peculiar unrelenting
sound which fails to pause till the Sun starts its foreplay with the
earth.
To the muggle,
this tapping noise is a distraction. In His world, you are the noise.
The tapping beats underline the perfect beat for the myriad ideas that
are playing choir in his mind. The fourteenth cup of caffeine for the
day. (It is 2 am and yeah, He would call it day, but not call it a day.)
With the scantest regard for his failing health,
he has been outcast from the society even before the first hairs of his
moustache popped out. He is called a programmer. Some call him, software
engineer. Some others, geek. A few, nerd. But, nothing comes closer
than a hacker. Or maybe not, He
is an aghori.
Aghoris
are human flesh eating,
corpse worshipping, ganja smoking worshippers of Lord Bhairava. Known
for their ferocious and esoteric worship practices, the Aghoris are
feared, worshipped and more importantly socially banished by the
Indians. Playing at the edge of Indian moral values, the
Aghori through severe penances has developed the art of detaching
himself with the world. Unkempt, unable to remember the last when he
took bath, ash smeared, dreadlocks in some deep thought. Boy, isn’t our
hacker similar to this aghori?
Or perhaps, there is an aghori in each one of us. Afraid to unravel the
aghori within us.But, the
hacker is perhaps the first among us to reveal his aghori self. Most of
us are convinced the hacker is a wizard working on his witch craft
through the night. Some of us do not believe in magic. They say, hacking
is a myth. Within the community, I have heard
hackers say, “Today I broke upon the Blah Blah company’s network!”, “Ah,
that is nothing! Ever tried breaking crapcountry.gov.in?”. Some say, it
is fraud. Some believe in it. Some try to imitate them. But, there are
only a few of them. And these do not work
in the Infosyss, Flipkarts or the Yahoos! Or maybe, they do! Like the
aghoris unite over a puff of ganja or marajauna, the hackers over cups
of caffeine. Pure caffeine. Try telling them, the word health! The world
was never for them, anyway! And like most popular
fascinating science, for mere mortals like us it only imagination and
speculation that allows us to wander the territories that these hacker
aghoris roam in every day.
The next time, you see someone type hASH DEFINE AGHORI,…
