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Bonded Labour

We finally got the dreaded bond paper. It must be signed & submitted by the 12th of September. Gross Human Rights violation! I hate corporate slavery.
Hail Open Source!


Vivek said…
Try asking Open Source to pay you the kind of money you get here.
Sebastian said…
May be Open Source will not pay you any money, but making you sign a bond is f**king slavery. For how many months is the bond.
Deepanjan said…
Open Source pays.
Ask Linus Torvalds or Richard Stallman.

Bond Duration: 12 months
Bond Amount: 50k
Vivek said…
Are you comparing yourself to LT & RS? They made their money after selling out to big MNCs, the kind you work for.
Deepanjan said…
They never sold out to MNCs! MNCs came hankering after them when they sniffed money in Open Source.
Vivek said…
Whatever ... the fact remains that they accepted the offers. It was the shift from Open Source to Intellectual Property that got them their fortune.
Deepanjan said…
Nope! It was the commercial harnessing of Open Source. BTW, Richard Stallman never shifted to IP. He is vehemently opposed to it.
It's a half-&-half world. Utopia is a mix of extremes. Taking pragmatism into consideration, one just can't afford to sit on the fence for too long, because it hurts where it hurts the most! Taking sides is natural and absolutely okay as long as you acknowledge the virtues of those who hold contradictory views.
Vivek said…
Hmm .... you like having your cake & eating it too, don't you?
Vivek said…
But sadly, it's not possible.
Deepanjan said…
My blog is a Slashdot incarnate!

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