[Brajeshwar]

It was a fateful day in one of the Indian Monsoon in the late 2000s. I rode the ever-reliable tuk-tuk in the city of Mumbai to reach a coveted Indian outsourcing company that has taken on a multi-year, multi-billion-dollar contract. They had inherited a project and discovered that one of the programmers was me, as indicated by comments inside the code, and they had reached out.

Fortunately for me, they are stuck in the specific styling of an enterprise app that has been in operation for a quarter and is now starting to reflect in their P&L account.

After all the security check-ins through the gates, and after being seated and coffee-ed, I walked to a desk and spent as much time just staring at the codes. I pretended to be in some deep trance code-thinking thing. Then, as the clock ticked by, I did the hand-clap thing that Stanley did in Swordfish. I wrote a few lines of code - a utility CSS class to center align a block element, preferably a DIV.

I walked out with people clamoring for my autograph and selfies with their Nokia N95. Later that evening, I sent an invoice that was ten times the monthly salary of the project lead working on that project.

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